I ran my hands across her aqua lace bra. Her breasts were resilient and as I played her nipples sprang to attention. The music changed and we danced s...me more. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off me. I removed her shirt at the same time.We kissed some more as her hands worked on removing my jeans. I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pushed them down. We had to stop to remove our boots and I gently pulled her jeans off the rest of the way. Her aqua colored high leg panty was wet in the. Hetrembled a bit at that. A short while later he stood before me, lookingfemale-ish from the waist down in his short black pleated skirt and blacknylon clad legs. He had a seam crooked, so I had him adjust it. I thensat him down on the makeup chair, and showed him how to put on the brawith the temporary falsies. He noticed my own rather flat chest. I toldhim that I had left them off so as not to push things too much, but Iwould show them to him later if he liked. He blushed and nodded.I had him. "Oh, hey, Trevor? What are you doing for dinner, honey? Did your mom fix you something?"He grimaced. "Lentil soup," he said sourly. "It's in the fridge. And wheat-germ rolls."Aunt Frankie took a step back inside and let the door close behind her. "Sounds awful. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't I fix us something?" You?" Trevor put a hand on the railing."Sure. You must have some stuff hanging around I could use. I know, how about omelets? Everybody's got eggs. You've got eggs, you've got. ”As they headed for the changing room it began to rain. After taking leisurely showers they sat on a bench in their underwear and chatted. Prudence wore the briefest of green and black silk panties and a matching half-cup bra which barely concealed her nipples.The small talk eventually got around to their respective spouses. “So how are things with you?” Prudence asked, drying between her toes with a towel. “Still getting it?”Jacqui blushed at the directness of her friend’s question. “Since his.