I hope it is sensitive to the sucking of my mouth and the stabbing of my tongue. Squeaky, I will pull back as I did as I removed your blouse. I, again... want you to observe me as I unfasten and lower your skirt. I want to share with you my excitement, my anticipation, at revealing your womanhood. As I slowly lower your skirt, what will I find? Panties or no? Are you that much of an exhibitionist? If panties, what type, what color? They should be almost transparent from your wetness. I hope, and. Underwear, jeans, shoes, tops went into my basket. I nextheaded out to a store that sold breast prostheses and bras to women,who had lost one or both of their breasts. I concocted a story forthese salespeople, I am sure they believed me - not!I was fitted for bra and forms. Och! They are expensive. I chose a Bcup in a bra size 40. I went back to a Kmart that I had driven by;there I purchased a few items of makeup - basically just lipstick,powder, blush and mascara. I went back to the motel and. Do they deserve to pay for your acts?"Capt. Hunley came over and said, "She is right Cabin Boy. Give thecoins to me. Lady Diane, please return my ships Letters of Marquee."I gave Capt. Hunley the Letters of Marquee. Amy handed the coins toCapt. Hunley and in the process dropped them. The coins landed in thescuppers. The next wave took them forever. I knew the coins were timesensitive. In two more days, they would break down in their basecomponents. Both Amy and I would be women forever.We. Every night, she would leave the cares and worries of the day for the security of her room. Every night she would lock the door, put on her favorite Jimmy Reed album and lie naked on the bed allowing the primal rhythms and sexual lyrics to put her in a near frenzy. Every night she would wrap the blanket around her and let it lightly brush over her young firm breasts just teasing the nipples. She would then wrap the blanket around her in such a way so that it would pass between her young legs.