I always walk without my shirt on so that I can get a tan and I don’t sweat into my work short. After finishing my first lap I saw her by the side. ... heard her say you got to be fucking k**ding me. What’s the problem I said. She looked at me and said I forgot my water. I told her she could drink mine and don’t worry, it isn’t d**gged. She laughed and said I wouldn’t care right now. As I was finishing my second lap she smiled at me and said thank you. I asked if that quenched her thirst and she. To shorten the story… went to store, got drinks, started back home without convincing her to take the path thru the woods…damn it and when we got to her street she turned and hugged me and kissed me quickly. With that beautiful smile on her face she gave me instructions “Mom and Dad both leave early tomorrow… mom is going shopping at lunch and Dad is working a double shift so we’ll have the house all day with no worries.. any time after 7 am is good for me… the earlier you come, the more fun. Teeth nibbled at her breasts, sucking on her pink nipples tenderly, and she moaned into his ear as she held him close. Kissing each other all over, he licked and kissed her pink wetness, bringing her to a sweetly intoxicating orgasm with his tongue before turning her over onto her hands and knees. Caressing her firm cheeks, he spread the lard over two of his fingers. Carefully, he positioned one in her crack, pressing just the tip against her hole. ‘Are you sure,’ he asked from behind her.. So we got Robin into his pantyhose, shoes and dress and kissed himgoodnight as he left with his mother. Tracey sobbed that this would bethe last she saw of her son. She thought Gisela would not trust her withRobin again.Over the next week it was very hard for Tracey to dress as Trevor and goto work. Trevor preferred to be called Tracey now and to dress asTracey.As I was concerned that Tracey kept in touch with her masculine side Ihad decided to let her off wearing her bra or even her breasts.