I hear you gasp as you get aroused from my show of wanting. I rub my face against your thighs. Inhaling your scent. I lick your right thigh first star...ing to spell out the letters of the alphabet on you. You shiver. My husband walks over and moves his hands down your body until he gets to my head. He pulls my hair and shows me how he wants me to pleasure you. He moves me over your crotch as I rub my naked breast over the lace and then on your naked stomach. I make my way until my body is over. She was young but not a c***d.One summer I noticed that she was taking a particular interest in me...my body that is. We didn't walk around nude by any means but it wasn't uncommon for me to walk into the kitchen in my sleeping attire; boxer/briefs and a t-shirt. She always took notice of whatever bulge I was showing. That was usually on the weekends. During the week it wasn't uncommon for my wife to bring me a cup while I was still in bed or fresh out of the shower. Well my wife became. ” I casually said.. “Okay.. May be I will give you a bit more massage on your back..I am sure you have stiff shoulder” “Ohh no. I am already bothering you so much.. Thanks for your help.. Let me take bath” “Hey Comon.. I just massaged your legs.. what went wrong.. Nothing right?” I went behind her and started pressing the shoulder. I knew this will be very relaxing and she felt it too. I was pulling some topic and had a broken conversation here and there. My mind is full of her semi transparent. Looking in the mirror it was obvious that I was just a boy in a dress,but I had boobs and a trim waist! My hair was still in a ponytail, so Ilet it out, which improved my looks, but only marginally. That's when Ijumped off the deep end. I took the dress off, sat at her vanity, andtried my hand at makeup, doing the best I could, which I knew wasn'tthat good, then brushed my hair out until it resembled a girls style,and put the dress on again. This time, while not exactly pretty, Idecided it.