We talked some more as we stroked each other when he asked if he could play with my ass. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs as he started runnin... his hands over my cheeks, squeezing them lightly, touching my hole, just in general feeling more and more turned on as he played with me. He then positioned himself between my legs and started rubbing his cock against my hole applying more pressure. I tried to relax but we were both dry and things weren't progressing that well when I suggested. "You're filling out very nicely," Gran observed during one of herfrequent visits.I glanced down at the swell of my breasts and let out a long sigh. Ihad gone from nothing to an A cup then jumped to a C without much in theway of warning. "I've noticed." Your mother did it that way, too, you know." She grinned, then added,"So did I as did my mother." Did what?" "Developed really quickly once puberty set in," she responded quitematter of factly, then indicated the pile of groceries I was. Here he was, alive, my god more than alive. ‘He still looked incredible’, remarked the part of my brain that never seemed to sleep and always noticed these things. ‘They told me you were dead,’ Myron said quietly, his eyes not leaving mine. Oh, boy. I couldn’t figure out to break the news to him 30 years ago and I still don’t know how to do it. After all, they weren’t lying to him, after a fashion. However, someone had certainly lied to the both of us. ‘I was told the same thing,’ I answered. "Now wearing a dress and swinging on a swing was a really new experience.I climbed up on the swing for Beth to fulfill her promise to push me. Iwas surprised at her ability to push and as I pumped my legs I was reallygoing high. The tummy tickles started and I was trying to hold thegiggles back and keep from peeing in my panties. My dress would fly outas I cut through the air pushing the crinolines up over my lap. I lovedthe feeling that had never been felt while swinging in my boy clothes.I.