I could feel the heat rise as my fingers pressed the material into her pussy.I asked myself, What the hell are you doing? She is seventeen! She is you... fucking cousin! I remember thinking. I pulled away and said, "We better head back." She smiled and as she closed her shorts whispered, "Okay." All the way back she held my arm and my mind raced. What the hell was wrong with me? I was five years older than her, and she was my fucking cousin, I kept thinking. * All week was awkward. I walked in on. Morning seemed to be passing. She said to me, in a normal tone of voice, "Do you want to be my husband or my son?"I didn't understand, and I told her so."I mean," she said, "do you want to take control, or do you want me to take control?"I answered by burying my face in her neck again. She said, "Okay, I'll take control. Tell me. What do you want? Do you want to fuck my tits?"I was shocked, deeply shocked, and a guilty thrill ran through my body. I nodded my head.She said, "Do you want to come. I will warn you some of the events may be embarrassing but the details will not be spread by them to other students in the school, they would suffer severe punishment.''The group consists of 24 students from across the whole school; we concentrate on achievement and capability rather than ridged class definitions.'He looked at the clock and said 'Right its 10:00 o'clock, time to start so please come with me into the classroom.'As the teacher entered, the room went quiet and all the students. Bereits als Teenie fand ich es geil Travestiekünstlern zu zuschauen und wollte mich Anita nennen. Das machte mich heiß und ich streichelte beim gemeinsamen Fernsehschauen heimlich meinen Penis. Einmal übertrieb ich es und meine Mama fragte nach, doch ich konnte mich rausreden.Im Laufe der Jahre entwickelte sich mein Drang Damenwäsche zu tragen trotz einiger Bedenken immer stärker. Jedes mal wenn ich wichste dachte ich an Männer in Nylons oder Tangas. Einmal kaufte ich mir welche beim Discounter.