If my husband was watching, I wanted to give him a good show. After only about 1 minute I felt it was time to move over to the tree for the fucking t... begin. I walked over with all 3 guys standing by me being as helpful as possible. I touched the blanket that was over the tree stump and it was still damp with cum from last week and you could feel the dried cum on it to. The guys helped me lay down across the stump with my ass in the air and my breasts and head on the other side. God this. One time I brought home a painting to work on for class and she told me she didn't want me working on it in the house and that if I was going to work on it I had to take it outside. I did do well in art class and even went on to art school with out her support. Maybe she did try and support me but if she did I just didn't see it. I did find that in my painting I could express my feminine side which relieved my perverted feelings a little while I was in art school so I didn't dress up for a hole. After a lot of persuading, she agreed to be friends.We exchanged our email ids and started chatting on hangout. It took me all night to convince her that she can trust me and talk to me about anything. We slept around 4 am that day.Next morning, I got a message from Shivani on hangout. It read, “I thought a lot and I think I can trust you and we can be friends.”I was very happy to read this. We started talking and I tried to ask her about her relationship status and sex life. She hesitated and. God. If I died and went to Heaven, the sissy maids there woulddress like this, and a just God would make me one of them.The evening uniform's dress had the same bustline and basic silhouetteas the day dress, but was tighter and shorter, very French, and Isuspected it would display the wearer's breasts like pastries on arack. The sleeves were short and poufy, not straight. The skirt fell tomid-thigh and had a circle skirt that fell an inch short of coveringthe petticoat. The dress was made not.