I had to endure the feel of Eric's hands on my chest, his fingers running around my nipples. I felt them harden and Ann noticed this and smiled."You s...e, Susan, as your body changes to female, so will the things that arouse you"She called me Susan so naturally that I felt stunned. Ann appeared to consider me as a woman already. And as for Eric, he was almost drooling as he massaged my chest.When the massage was over I was allowed to get dressed again. Ann then told me to follow her and I was. My hands and mouth clashed, as each wanted to engulf her lovely breasts. I found the combination of hands and mouth to be better partners than adversaries, so engaged them simultaneously. The more I enjoyed her breasts, the more she seemed to respond. As her breathing became deeper and more rapid, I decided to slide one hand inside her skirt. Her airline allows a choice between slacks and straight skirts. My Indian Princess chooses the latter, and I met no resistance as I parted her. One day my sister went with my parents to the store leaving me home by myself. I was getting bored with the same old guys so I went looking for some action figures in Sally's room. The small necklace wouldn't go over the heads of her Barbie and Ken dolls. They weren't all that interesting looking anyway. She has some X-Men figures though that look really cool. There is this Storm character. She has on a white costume with Red X's on her shoulders and a long cape. She also has long white. The second night I was awakened about midnight by the sound of a "controlled" awkwardly rhythmic squeak. As quietly as possible I went to the door mashing the side of my head into it and listened to a woman on the other side. At times she forcibly sucked air; at others she forcefully expelled it; then there would be small moans or tones of satisfaction followed by deliberate care not to move sufficiently to make the springs witness though I could hear distinctly physical activity. In rigid,.