And that’s already a point or two in your favor. A man married to a red-head needs a functionally creative mind of their very own, otherwise they’...re liable to get steamrollered flat and walked all over. You’re right, entirely of course ... my younger sister couldn’t tell a straight story if Saint Peter himself demanded it of her at heaven’s gate! Our youngest sister, another red-head of course but now departed from us, was worse – if it’s at all possible, and I assume that your darling bride,. . Babaji: beti phle hume isko saaf krna hoga lekin iss sundr kali gand ko paani se nhi apni zubaan se krunga chus chus ker unhone apni moti pani se bhri zubaan shanu ke chutad ke bich mein ghusa di aur usko chaatne lge aaaah ummm maaaahh haaahhh aaaahh. Shanu: babaji aisi gaand kbhi chusi hai tumne phle aaah btaao naaa.Baba: nhi beti itni rasili aur suwaad gaand kbhi nhi, isme kya sahad bhi lgaya tha tumne, Shanu:haan woh kal raat mere pati ne gaand ki maalish ki thi aaaaaaah chuso na ruko mat. .Or that was the way it should have gone. For a brief moment, Isuppose those female hormones got to us, and made us look at the worldin real rosy tinted ways. Greer and I were lovers... in a sense. Whyshouldn't it still work out? Yes that was how it was. But even as westarted out, we had problems. It must have felt sweet holding a child,in a woman's form...I know it felt wild sitting in the back of thecycle. Hugging my dyke lover... the wind in my hair, my clit vibratingwith the engine.... As he choppedeverything away, I stared into my eyes in the barbershop mirror,watching my mom, sister, and ex-fianc? chatter between themselves."They don't care about me," I thought. "This is all about them."I'll get my long pretty hair back one day.~For my reintroduction to the twins, at Karen's request, I wore some ofmy old clothes despite them being huge on me. I looked stupid. Even witha boy's haircut I was clearly very much 'a girl' and looked nothing likemy old self. On top of that, the.