You have toremember, we've been wearing dresses since we were little girls, andconstantly been receiving attention and compliments for wearing them.'D...esn't she look pretty', and that sort of thing." Here are a few reasons I love to wear a dress." One, to look pretty. Dresses ARE pretty. They flatter my shape,emphasise my chest if I want, skirt over my hips, and show off my legs.They come in pretty colours and shapes, appealing to the deepest essenceof my femininity. There is nothing like. . I continued to gently rub thefront of his boxers.. until."Oh god I am I I I I oh."His whole body became quite rigid and he groaned, I felt a warmness undermy hand then dampness. My mate Kev had just cum in his boxers.Because of me, I had gotten him so aroused that he'd cum I actually feltrather pleased with myself at this.I then reached over to him and started to hug him, he was exhausted. As Ilay there with him hugging me he seemed to.Drift off then he started to snore gently.I was really. I leaned over to Kyle, and he watched in amazement as I sucked his pencil-eraser nipple into my mouth. As I sucked one and then the other, he closed his eyes in ecstasy. I felt his boobs growing a bit as I sucked them. He seemed to be shorter and thinner than us; more delicate than Jimmy or me. His voice seemed to be cracking as well. We then both turned our attention to Jimmy, Kyle on one side, me on the other. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I also couldn't stop myself.Laying. Beth stared back, stunned, not wanting to believe the terrible things she saw in her sister’s mind.“No...” Beth whispered, trying and failing to break her mind-link and reject those horrifying images as tears flooded her eyes and flowed freely down her already wet face.Béla embraced her, letting Beth cry silently, bare shoulders shaking uncontrollably as she vented her grief for her doomed world. After a time, Beth could feel her sister in her mind, somehow easing the pain, helping her past the.