Then there was silence until my bedroom door slowly eased open. “Brian? Brian?” Thelma drunkenly whispered, “Are you awake?” Awake! I coul...n’t have slept if you’d given me 100 of mum’s sleeping tablets!“Ssh…yes.” I said in a low voice.“Come to my room then.” Thankfully we lived in a large stone house and our parents slept well away from our rooms, but I knew that I had to be as quiet as possible as I tip-toed across the landing. There was only a bedside light on when I crept into my. I enjoy your appreciation of my touch.” The grunt became a low moan, rising in intensity as I pinched and rolled her firm nipple.I stopped my ministrations and continued around her, then slid my hands up under her top, pushing the material above her breasts and baring a very functional sports bra – which quickly followed the top up, baring her delightful little mounds to my touch. They filled my palms nicely, the nipples prodding me as I caressed. I ran my hands down and across her belly – I’d. I did, fact, learn to enjoywearing the things, and I think the girls got a kick out of seeing me thatway.My first experience at fully cross dressing occurred during the 10th grade. Iwas invited to an Avon party. Not knowing what that was, I accepted.I soon found out...it was a setup...I was to be the model! The Avon Ladydemonstrated her makeup samples on me...foundations, eye shadow, mascara,blush, lipstick, nail polish, the works! Of course, I was a good sport andput up no resistance. In fact,. In a silence broken only by our heavier breathing and rustling of ourclothing we fell into a rush to touch each other. My skirt rode rightup and his hands followed, along my thighs to the curves of my bum.They went under my shirt, excitedly exploring my waist and skin overmy ribs and only a sudden cool rush made me wonder how far this shouldgo when I felt a fingertip on a breast's undercurve. He gasped, as ifsurprised to have found breasts under my shirt, before rapidly movingthat hand to fully.