I secretly desired to ravage my sister-in-law’s youthful body. I had to be very careful.Maria was the first to cross the barrier.“You want to fuck...me, don’t you?” Maria bluntly asked.“Yes, I mean no,” I quickly shot back.Maria chuckled out loud.“Which is it?” Maria pressed.“We shouldn't be talking about it,” I countered.“But we are,” Maria argued back.“No,” I countered, “We’re not going there.”Maria was not going to stop pressing the subject.“What is your favorite position?” Maria pressed.“Any. I returned my gaze to Cathy just in time to see her daughter fall away from the breast she was feeding on, obviously full and now very much asleep. Cathy continued to sit there for a few seconds giving me a clear view of both heavenly milk filled breasts, before her spare hand rose to her own breasts and gently began squeezing her own nipple. We heard a little moan escape from Cathy's lips as she pinched her nipple, causing a small amount of milk to leak out and drip down over her full. How do you put it... transition?" I asked, genuinelyintrigued with this glimpse of Faye's past."Mostly," Faye answered, dreamily recalling some fond memory. "Shecouldn't do her gender reassignment surgery while she was stillcompeting; that's against pageant rules, not to mention the expense.In all other respects, she was fully female - and I mean fully. Twoyears of hormone therapy, plus some other little 'scene' tricks, hadgiven her a body teenage girls and some Hollywood starlets would. I looked past her to the window, and saw he was looking in, 'Can you see him', she asked me, her voice a little thicker, 'You know he's watching you', I asked her credulously, she smiled wickedly, 'Not this close before', pausing, before adding, 'Or this daring', and she opened her legs so nothing was hid from his view.I looked into her eyes and saw the woman in her screaming to be free, she was young and inexperienced, enjoying the thrill of pleasing and teasing, but not really getting.