Bhabhi ab garam hona shuru ho gayi thi unke muhh se “ummmm ” ki awaaj aane lagi thi. Mene unka blouse utar dia tha aur bra ke upar se unke chuche ...dabane laga. Wo bade hi soft they shayad itne soft cheez mene kabhi nhi chhuyi thi . ab unki bra ka number tha mene use bhi utar diya. Fir mene jo dekha wo adbhut tha unke chuche bahaut sunder thay bilkul white. Jaise unhone mere liye hi bacha ke rakhkhe they. Bhabhi ki saree charo taraf bhikharne lagi aur mein unke chuche choosne laga bhabhi zor se. I was overwhelmed at her words n reached home after 20 minutes.I got a call from her n she asked me to be at her house in 30mins n gave me her address. I got freshened up n went to her house and rang her door bell out came a beauty whom I would have never imagined.She was wearing a light blue colour saree which was low navel one and a low cut sleeveless blouse her saree was a transparent one and I could clearly see her cleavage and my snake suddenly woke up forming a tent which she could easily. She would never have succumbed otherwise. All she wanted to do was collect her clothes and return home. She bent her head down to examine her sore and powdery crotch. She would run the bath water, and just lie in it until the water was cold and every last vestige of her transgression washed away.Bezaffa returned to the living room carrying a tray with several glasses and cups on it. She placed it down on the coffee table, her dressing gown parting slightly to reveal her own nakedness. I kept thinking about whathad gone on today.My therapist had told me once that my urge to cross dress was strongestwhen I was under stress. Like when it was getting too hard to be Stuart,I would take refuge for a short time and become Sheila as a way to copewith stress. I thought maybe he was right if stress brings out Sheila,the more stress, the more Sheila, and I had never been under this muchstress nor ever attempted to be Sheila this long. Certainly Sheila hadnever interacted with men to.