. Magar wo poore din apni bur faila faila ker chal rahi thi .. Aur ab main jab bhi ktchen mein jaata to kabhi uski choochi dabata aur kabhi uske bur p... haanth per deta who bhi muskara deti sham ko wo mere room mein aayi wo boli abhi is jungle ko saf ker ke aaongi aur fir raat rangeen banayee jayegi uska huby daroo p k rat k 8 baje hi so gaya mujhe soch soch ker hi maza aaraha tha ki kya maza aayega aaj is per mera lund anaconda ki tarah ho gaya tha fir wo raat k 11 baje mere room mein aayi us. .. That was the 1st time I remember. From there I starting todress more.Going to goodwill during college breaks to pickup some dresses or try ona wedding dress.There was a time I explored much more of my femininity in my late 20'searly 30's. Going out dressed en femme, shopping shopping =), going toclub dances, meeting other sisters like me, goin to various meetups andparades dressed. It was a alive exp.Then something happened and stopped exploring, a failed encounter with aguy one night in a. She didn’t remove my hands so I chanced my fate some more by slipping the thin straps off her shoulders baring them completely. The top caught on her full breasts, and with a small amount of encouragement the top fell to around her waist leaving her bra encased breasts on full display.The bra was quite tight fitting with the upper surfaces of her breasts bulging over the top. I suspected that they had grown somewhat as a result of still feeding her son. She probably needed a larger size. It took nearly the whole bottle, but finally my hair was buried in a mountain of luxurious, thick lather. I loved for you to handle my hair, to feel your fingertips massage my scalp. I felt like the old Sara was being washed away and someone new was emerging, and I was content to let it happen, to allow you to minister to my body. I stole a glimpse at the mirror and was taken by the expression on your face - a mix of affection and trembling excitement, your movements barely controlled. I.