A week later I had forgotten about the agreement as I walked up my driveway into my home. I turned my doorknob and for some reason it was unlocked.I w...lked into my living room“ What the fuck “ I yelled as I saw a stranger on my couch.“ You must be Presssston “ the medium height, frail stranger said with a smile.“ Who the fuck are you? “ I demanded.“ Ashton, Julie’s friend. I thought she’d text you and let you know I was here. She ran to your favorite wing place to surprise you. Surprised you. “You look absolutely fabulous as usual! I’m so thrilled you could make it – it feels like it’s been years!” The two women exchanged pecks before the redhead turned to look at me with smiling green eyes. Standing at about 5 foot 3, the redhead was petite but well proportioned. Her long curly red hair hung down to just above mid-back and her pale complexion, dusting of freckles and twinkling green eyes made her look every bit the Celtic Princess. She was wearing a dress not unlike my own, only. I grabbed her breasts as she shimmied out of her tights. She still stroked my cock, long strokes. Then she started grinding against it. Suddenly she pinned my arms to the ground and started rubbing her pussy up and down my hard throbbing cock. Her pussy was so slippery and I could feel her sliding up and down, my cock getting harder, as her pussy got wetter. I was so hard, the skin on my dick stretched so thin that it almost hurt. I wanted to be in her so bad. I tried to move my arms, but she. My sister Pia was changing, her body that is. I was envious of her breasts, her nipples puffed and cup-caked, something she knew drove men wild with passion for her.They had a double effect as they made me feel more inadequate, as my flat chest resembled that of a young boy, but my nipples held the promise of more to come, as they protruded magnificently as evidence of my femininity, especially to any man wishing for a female to hold himself against.Back then breasts were the dominant feature.