I’m wearing a white thong and the sensation of her cupping my bare ass has me moaning. I use my thumb to slip the strap of her dress down her arm, ...eeding to feel her, to touch her without the barrier of clothing. My tongue thrusts into her mouth as my fingers tug on her bodice and bare one of her breasts. She presses against me and lets out a little whimper. Her breasts are smaller than mine but they’re so pretty and perfect. I saw them for the first time last summer when Lucas was messing. Would you mind if I had a look?”Naomi’s label had attracted interest a few times and Allison, thinking that it could do nothing but good for Naomi to be subjected to some attention that she hadn’t herself encouraged, replied, “Of course. Help yourself. It wasn’t my idea, though, I have to confess.”The other woman reached forward and took hold of the label hanging from Naomi’s tit, lifting it up to read without giving a second thought to the girl it was attached to. Naomi’s nipple was already. . 'And, let's say they do turn me into a woman, I wonder just what kind of woman I'll end up becoming! I mean, given how terrific these legs of mine looked last night, it's a fairly safe bet that I might end up a pretty one! Maybe, if I'm real lucky, even a beautiful one... 'But, that begs the question: do I really want to be a woman?' The answer to that question was a big, fat and emphatic - no! Joe liked being a man. However, though he did, given the opportunity to find out what it was like. I had known I was gay for most of my life but did everything in my powers to hide it from everyone except for my sister who was always supportive of my choices. As soon as I walked through my front door I headed right for the refrigerator and grabbed a ice cold Coke and started stripping off my competition clothes as I headed for the bathroom to start my standard second place ritual. I hopped into the tub before there was even an inch of water in it and lay back with my soda sitting on the edge.