Unka pati kuch nahi karta unki love marriage hai aur unke koi bachcha nahi hai,Ek din ki baat hai kaam chal raha tha bahar se awaz aayi ki ajay main b...ahar nikla toh dekha pados wali bhabhi thi maine kaha kya hua bhabhi boli jara kaam tha maine kaha boliye toh unhone kaha ghar mein diwal tuti hai ek jagah se toh aap apne mistri se keh ke karwa do chota kaam hai main apne mistri ko leke unke ghar gaya aur jara sa kaam tha mistri ne kar diya main janey laga toh bhabhi boli ruko ajay chai pi lo. It was tormenting for Kristin to have just my fingers and not my lips brushing her mouth, but it was all I was giving her at the moment. As I ran my fingers back and forth across her lips, Kristin ever-so-gently kissed my index finger. When she did that, I paused my movements and allowed Kristin to kiss my fingers. She took increasingly larger kisses with my fingers until eventually she was licking the tips. I turned my hand so that the tips of my index and middle finger were against Kristin’s. .During the evening, whilst I still had a dildo inside me, my k** brother, Tom, phoned asking if he could stay for the weekend. He is a lot younger than me at 14 and often stays weekends to get away from our parents. I agreed and he was to come around on friday night.As soon as I put the phone down, I set to work.I dug out my remote camera and set it up hidden in a smoke alarm set into the ceiling of my spare room. This is directly above the two single beds I keep in the room for guests. I then. I knewI should not feel bad about my desire to be a girl, this wasn't a choiceor something I had asked for, it was just the way I was. I challenged mymum with this info, as in, it can't just be me - I was somehow aware thatthis sort of thing might be genetic!At around age 15, I had developed a routine of going out at night for awalk, as a girl, not in drag. I was spotted and reported to the police bythe milkman's delivery boys - they had seen me climbing through the windowof my parents home.