"Honey, are you OK?" asked Steven, and we all stared at her as she calmed down and her cough roughly transformed into a weird laughter. "It just (coug...h) hit me (cough) that I said (cough/laugh) I loved (laugh) breasts (giggle)," she squeezed out. "You might wanna get a boob job Steven!" I instantly added and everyone burst into laughter. "Ah Steven, you better do that fast or your woman will start hitting on ours!" my Mark echoed. That was followed by about fifteen jokes that went even more. . do you needa band aid or anything?" I asked her, but she shook her head, assuringme that she would be fine on her own. We both just quietly examined eachother for a minute after that. "Are... are you hungry?" I asked her,more to be polite and fill the silence than for any other reason.She looked at me for a moment before nodding. "I am a little hungry."Then she broke into a grin and asked, "You got any chocolate?"I stared at her for a moment. "Chocolate?"Tryx nodded again, looking just a. Suddenly a thought came to my mind. I asked her, “Kiran, why not Kushal? He is young, healthy with good physique. My wife first refused. She told me that she will not let her son fuck her. I suggested other way. I told her that if she wants to keep her cunt away from Kushal, her mouth could do the job. With a lot of reasoning, I made her agree. I insisted that I will watch them in bed. We decided that the next day we will do it, being weekend. I knew that Kushal used watch a lot of porn movies. He found a dress and curious as he had become he tried it on. It was shaped to his body. His chest went in it without problems. It fell elegant over his hips and just above the knees the dress ended, again his stockings made the look perfect. He went for some shoes, but all he found were his normal shoes.He walked to the living and saw some old school pictures. All the men were either wearing skirts or dresses. The girls were wearing trousers or skirts. He knew that when these pictures were.