I looked away and felt a stirring in my pants.I sat back and put my hands in my lap in case something decided to pop up! I asked her if she...wanted a Diet Coke and after her yes,I proceded to the kitchen to get our sodas.I noticed her top was a thin sleeveless,skimpy top with spaghetti straps.Handing her the glass,she said to me,"Last week,I was in the market just thinking about him and my panties got all wet."Stop here.Dear reader,my sister is the type of person who is not afraid to. “I am not going to keep my ‘boy on the side’ and deny you yours.” That’s easy to say when her boyfriend is across town, while mine is across an ocean. I wanted to scream to high heaven I was afraid of losing her. She was done, complete, a work of art for the ages. She could go anywhere, do anything, be with anyone she chose. My transition was barely begun, and months away from fruition – and Big Cock Brock was right there. I wanted to tell her all those things, but when she took me that way. The pain was almost orgasmic. She found herself thinking about how far she’d come in a few short weeks. Her husband, Phil, was at home wearing lingerie and women’s clothes. She had caged his tiny dicklet and pierced him twice; Prince Albert and one behind his ball-sack. These were connected which dragged his dicklet back, leaving a smooth look in his panties. She had found Fitz as a lover, and also regularly screwed his twin brother, Steve. Both were tattoo artists and through them she had met,. After a few moments, the woman moaned softly. Emma should have immediately slid the door quietly shut, giving them their privacy, but she didn’t. Possibly it was the disappointment that Peter had come home, eaten dinner and gone to bed, but Emma just stood with her hand on the door, listening as things quickly heated up on the adjoining balcony. The woman seemed to be quite excited already, and though she was keeping her voice down, Emma could hear everything she said very clearly. ‘Oh, that’s.