“Don’t be a stranger,” she told her visitor, “The kids will miss you if you don’t come.”“Thanks,” Claire said, seeming quite touched. ...he left and Susan went back to her work. Not for long.The next visitor was a young policewoman.“Just clearing up a small point from our enquiries into the case against the gentleman who lives on the top floor,” she began. “You know the evidence against him is totally discredited?”“Yes,” replied Susan, wondering where this was leading.“Well,” the young woman went. ”“For about two years. It was the usual story – a pair of developing teens at the beginning of their sexual lives, left alone while our parents worked long days, and we lived out in the sticks, so no one else close by to play with. So we played with each other.“It was me who started it – of course it was: women always control sex, except when it’s rape, and that certainly wasn’t the case with us. Dan was very naïve, being a couple of years younger than me, and while I think he’d discovered the. My greatest thrill was when I was going shoppingwearing my maid's dress, just the dress not the apron, and depending onthe weather a light cardigan or a coat. I was clearly the domestic and Ihad no intention of hiding it. I forgot to mention the most important thing. We were not in the samehouse anymore. My employer put the house in the market soon after Istarted living permanently as a female. We both agreed that our oldneighborhood was too risky, people knew us there as a couple and I had. One day Diane have an interview for a job, Diane wore a short miniskirt (you could almost she her hairy pussy) without panty, a blousethat show her clevis. Her hair is long to her shoulder length, and facefull with make-up. The interviewer (a man) just looks at her with a hornyface and ask her for a blowjob. Of course, Diane didn’t get the job and walks out with an attitude. Meanwhile, Diane returned back to her raggedly apartment, she begin to drink herfavorite wine, thinking about what she.