If one crossed their path, Adam didn't recognize him/her. From Hollywood, the group caught a tour bus to Beverly Hills that promised to take them by t...e mansions of the rich and famous. The houses were impressive, Adam had to admit. But he couldn't see why someone would waste so much land in a state where every acre as precious. Vanity, he settled upon.Rodeo Drive was filled with high-end retail shops that probably employed staff who would cringe outwardly if Adam Walters ever crossed their. The first of these is what is referred to as fetish dressing. These people have no intention of doing anything other than wearing items of feminine attire. They have no desire to even attempt to emulate the female persona. This is purely a very temporary thing for little more than the thrill of it. The next group that they describe are interested in emulating the female persona but again only in a temporary manner. These people will make a concerted effort to “pass” when dressed but will. "The woman motioned her to the bedside, then picked up a skirt. "These skirts should fit you. It will be your uniform ... the only thing you will wear in this house ... that, along with the blouse." She picked one up. She took something from her pocket. "Do you know what this is, Cindy?" Yes, Stepmother. It's a seam ripper." You sew? Oh, wonderful! That will certainly come in handy. Anyway, I want you to take this and use it to remove the top two buttons on every blouse. You will wear the white. I had never shaved. I was too young. I could see the hungry look in my sister’s eyes. I simply put a pillow under my head and lied down on the bed. My sister lied down next to me in bed. She first put her right hand on my milky white right thigh. She moved her hand on my thigh and it felt good. I didn’t believe that my own sister could excite me this way. I could feel her big boobs on the side of my body. Then her hand slowly moved to my pussy.I felt a jolt of electricity by her touch. I looked.