My second finger found her slit and rubbed it lengthways separating her labia, my thumb strummed across her clitoral hood.She protested, saying someth...ng like, “We can’t, the kids will hear.”I was having none of it, I pointed out that the TV was on and with the noise of the water running and the bathroom extractor fan running, we would have to be very noisy to attract undue attention. I knew it was a weak argument but it was the only one I had. It must have been enough because she turned away. Maybe I can even enjoybeing a woman. "No," Michael told me. "Yes," Sandra said.July 20th - evening blogWell, this was my one week anniversary and Mr. Smith celebrated withquite a few changes.First, in the morning, when I got up Mr. Smith's note simply said, "pickout your own outfit today Sandra. Be creative."So, it was my choice. I went to the closet before I even thought aboutbathing. There was a choice and it would be mine. Wow!Opening the closet door I saw three outfits. The first was white. But, I have not been spying on him, and I didn’t know how far along their relationship had gotten. I was waiting to hear from Rina about how she felt about things before I outted myself to you. If things were not working out, I would just have let the whole matter drop and kept trying.”“Okay,” she said, “so how...”“I went looking for someone who would fit the bill for Sam and not be likely to dump him like Lana did after the fact of meeting him. The woman, Rina, was recommended to me by a guy I. The same general size with huge nipples always erect. With a firm shape but a noticable droop so they always have a natural, braless look to them. I’d never dare wear a bra with boobs like these anyway. Let them shake and bounce however they want. Never supress my big nipples.I’d like to have a few different types of hair. But if I could only choose one it would be hair that starts out as black near the scalp for a few inches, and the rest of it is a dark brown-reddish auburn. I could style it.