I felt a tingle run up my back as I watched her. This was something I could envision happening on some wild night after we’d both had a little too m...ch to drink, not in the middle of the day, stone-cold sober, with my girls due home from school in about an hour.Sue, ever the uninhibited one, didn’t bother playing shy. As soon as she was naked from the waist down, she opened her legs wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her womanly charms. Her pussy was clean of hair. Although, from the. ..looking after my sistersand getting off the front stoop to hang out more with my girlfriends. But most of all, doing lots of girls things with my little sisters. Oneof the few fights that still linger on inside of me is the times I dressas a girl/lady but with men's undertones (styling). Or maybe it couldjust be who I am. As someone, once told me, "It's not a man's world or awoman's world, it's your world." Yes, it is My World. Battle On! The Little Pleated Skirt . Just standing here for a minute, my feet spread and holding my pussy inmy cupped hand, I must admit almost feels even better than the cock and ballsI used to have. Now using only a couple of my fingers, I begin to explorethis part of myself, still so very new and hidden from my view at least inthis standing position. My lips or labia, that part further back where Islide my fingers further inside and locate the entrance to my innermostparts. Above this and right below where my slit starts, I. As I gently sucked her nipple, I brought one hand up to cup under her breast and squeeze it. I slid my other hand up her leg toward her pussy. I heard her catch her breath a little, then let it out slowly as my fingers reached their target and I began to slowly rub them across her mound and outer lips. I switched to her other breast and nipple. At the same time using that as a diversion, I pressed my finger more firmly against her labia. I wanted to see if she was a virgin. I didn't think she.