The following day, she let me fondle her through her sweater. I was in heaven with a tit in my hand. I could feel the hard nipple through her bra and ...hirt. My God. A few days later I got my hand under her shirt. Mel let me push her bra up off her tit. I touched a real live tit for the first time. It was so soft and warm, the top crinkled, and all surmounted by her hard nipple. My cock was so hard in my pants, I thought I might cum right then.That's when I heard a gasp outside the door. I. “It’s inevitable,” I said softly, “you’re bound to feel a bit different this time but we’ll do what we agreed; no-one will ever know the truth and he or she will be another member of the family.” “It’s not that,” she said quietly, “well, not just that. It’s not the baby at all, it’s me!” “What do you mean?” “I mean... I don’t want to upset you!” “You’ve got to tell me now, Claire,” I insisted, “what’s the matter?” “Well, one reason I can’t orgasm is... I suppose something deep in me wants.... I have a fair complexion, no hair on my chest, a small nose, but full lips, green eyes, and my blond hair I keep short for swimming. I tried to imagine myself as a woman. To think of it I was never the brutish masculine type at all. Later that night when everyone was asleep, I put on my sisters dress, pantyhose and bra. I stuffed the bra, and donned an old wig off my moms. I applied makeup from sister's kit in the bathroom. Once more I stood before the mirror and I liked what I saw. It needed. And she was illiterate who lives 2 house ahead of ours. I don’t know why she came there because there was no grass since the shadow of the coconut tree will not allow any plat to grow there so that I can see clearly what is happening down. I thought to make her afraid by putting some coconut near her from top. But I got a fear that if it was missed then so I quietly watched her, since it was noon time actually no one ll come to the field.She started to look around the field that is there anyone.