I went to the door to see who it was. Through the peep hole, I saw the face of what appeared to be a very large black guy. Holy fuck, what did he want...?Again, more knocking. And then words."I saw you outside and unless you want me yelling at the whole apartment complex, you better open up," he said in a deep, baritone voice.Shit, was this really happening? There I was, in my women's clothes, locked up in chastity and a black guy was crashing down my door. I really didn't want him yelling at the. ”“OK, but what about the sheet?”“According to tribal custom Ron has to be wrapped in the sheet, along with his personal possessions. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect he’ll be buried in that sheet. I figured I could wrap him to help prepare things for Grandfather’s arrival.”“The ‘Old Man’ is coming here?”“He should be here any minute.”Starting to remove his lab coat the old doctor said, “Then let’s hurry. I’ll help you get started, and then change my clothes. Mustn’t let the ‘old man’ see me. We live in Mumbai and I have been brought up here, whereas my wife is a Goan so, she was brought up in Goa. Well, this is going to be a series of our experiences around and in India!About my wife, she works in an automobile company. Lyan is really serious and straight minded when it comes to work and respects her work a lot! She is a typical Goan girl with black hair till her ribs. She is a bit on the duskier side but that is what is so hot about her.Lyan, my gives me a boner in every outfit.. Nobody at that age ever does.And I knew why Bobby was spending so much time in the bathroom and in his bedroom in the afternoons. I knew what was going on. I did the same thing when I was his age.Because his mother worked days and I had afternoons off I was usually home when Bobby returned from school. He almost always went straight to his bedroom and closed the door. It turned me on to think that my stepson was in there playing with himself. It really turned me on.One afternoon I was home.