The last time I had been here I had noticed that since I left the house, my dad had gone sloppy with removing the browser history, and had even starte... saving porn on the hard drive again. (Something that he had stopped doing after he had caught me looking at stuff he had downloaded once.) I opened Internet Explorer, and bingo! The last thing they had looked up was some flight info for their trip, but before that: two ladies kissing with very little clothes on. Not the hottest thing I'd. " Well, all I can say is thanks for the help," he told him, then turned to Brenda, "Alright, now tell me, lady, who the fuck are you, why are you here, and all that other stuff, because let me tell you, you are a bigger enigma than the one they cracked at Bletchley Park."Over the next ten minutes, she woozily and slowly, due to her weakened state from the punch and fall, explained how she had met Barry. She also explained why she had started to like him, and her revulsion when she realized what. Even my therapist said she was surprised and amazed at my development. I finally admitted that I had been taking low doses of hormones since I was 13 to hold off puberty and it had actually worked. But let me warn any of you readers, that I shouldn't have done that. It was very dangerous and might not have worked; I should have talked to a doctor.By the time my parents got home 5 months later I was into a full B cup, a C cup for some styles! I had been living as a girl of 16 for all that time. ‘Leave it,’ he said with a smile. I wasn’t about to argue. I gave him a nudge back toward the couch and he sat down. Now clad only in a bra and panties, I settled myself in his lap, straddling his legs. I kissed him hard, running my hands over his chest. Aaron wasted no time exploring my body with hands, rubbing my legs and back. With surprising expertise he undid my bra and pulled it away from my chest. He kissed and kneaded my breasts slowly. I began to move my hips ever so slightly, I could.