I gently unbuttoned her blouse and look at her tits in the white bra. I unclasped her bra and removed tit. I checked the size, 38DD, I could believe i.... They sagged perfectly, her nipples were only slightly darker. Perfect. Next were her pants. Fortunately she moved and I was able to slide her pants and white panties down. Beautiful a nice hairy bush. Just the way I like. I decide to let her sleep. I covered her with a blanket. I thought I am going to have fun with this one and went to bed. I. "Are you OK ???" Quizzed look on her face. I shoot over her sofa and on my knee's I'm between her leg, not a word spoken as her chest heaves under her sweater."Jaq, I bet you don't have underwear on ??" She can't answer weirdly she doesn't look as irrational."I bet your pussy is so wet, your gym leggings are soaked??" My hands slip onto her wrists."I bet your nipples are so pointed, just waiting to be sucked??" My head runs over her breast again we make eye contact."I bet your pussy need's a. ‘Do you really feel trapped?’ she said as the clickety-clack of her heels signaled her entry into the studio. ‘What do you mean?’ I hadn’t even noticed the door opening. ‘Wait – what are you doing here?’ ‘The painting – do you really feel trapped, as though you’re looking at me through a cage like that?’ she whispered as she wrapped her arms gently around me from behind, completely ignoring my question. I was amazed at how well she’d read the painting – it wasn’t overly detailed, essentially. Standing behind me, she stared over my shoulder at our images in the mirror. I was surprised when she adjusted the bangs of the wig with her fingertips as she looked at me in the mirror. For the first time, I noticed the light coating of sweat on my forehead and that my lower lip was trembling slightly."Too bad. School plays have a way of displaying talents that are usually kept hidden. You know, you should have been born a girl. You've always had the longest eyelashes and prettiest lips."I.