His hands returned to massaging my boobs while we kissed. It did feel good to have his soft hands assaulting my chest. Was Mel getting this on my phon...? More than one pic would probably be good. I suddenly wanted to wrap my arms around his neck to let him know I enjoyed kissing him. But as I laid there, I realized that doing that wouldn’t look much like I was being forced in the pictures. So I started to beat my fist on his back. “Quit hitting me, bitch! You’re lucky you’re getting this!” . . 'Now totally embarrassed, we shyly lifted our skirts, gathering the short folds of starched cloth to expose our tiny black knickers.' ... and lower your undergarments.'We both hesitated, blushing furiously at the request, but then I lowered my knickers to the top of my stockings and stood back up, gathering my skirts again to show my newly shaven pussy and moments later, Clare did the same.'Very pretty. Each morning you will shave each other. You may leave a small amount of hair upon your. His sister was wearing only a t-shirt and that was on the floor before he closed the door behind her.They emerged an hour later and he could see both had been crying. Each was wearing a Venice shirt.His sister Rhonda hugged him tightly and whispered, “You fuck this up I’ll kill you,” then gave him a non-sisterly kiss.It was the second time he had been threatened that day.Jack looked at Didi and saw her shaking, tears were welling up in her eyes. He gave up. He said, “I want all of your free. They were very full 36 DD’s and I loved them. Men were like little boys around a big set of boobs. Some were more discreet but some just plain stared. The doctors office was not crowded and a young nurse led me into his private office. I sat down in front of his desk and waited. He came in and shook my hand introducing himself. He sat behind his desk and began to ask me some questions. The usual stuff, how long had I wanted to do this, how long had I been living as a woman and reaffirming that.