Or do you have to catch a bus or a ride right after school?" She crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up. She noticed he was checking out her legs..."Oh yes, it's convenient," he replied. "I live not far from school. I walk to and from school anyway."She swept her gaze over him, liking what she saw. She noticed his crotch. It was filled up and stuffed nicely. She noted that he was checking her out too. His look went from her legs to her puffed-out blouse and chest and back down to her. "She reached back inside bag and pulled out a pink, satin and velvetstrip. I stood meekly as she stretched it across my lips, and tied ittightly at the back."Now make me proud, baby," she purred, "Try the suspender belt on."I gulped back my reservations and wrapped the cool lace around me. Istruggled for a moment with the clasp, but managed to slide it intoplace. Eight garters dangled around my legs, slipping against my thighsas I moved to look in the mirror.Becky was already rummaging for the. My fingers, smoothed by years of application of rosewater hand cream, fumbled with your belt, desperate to grasp what I could feel pressing against my lower abdomen. Impatient, I tugged down your trousers abruptly, kicking them aside, exposing your beautiful cock, just as you extracted your fingers from my clenching cunt, lifted me from the floor and whispered those wanted words, asking for the location of the bedroom. I obliged, nodding towards the staircase, wrapping my legs around your. Part of me was worried should would figure out that Ireally wasn't a girl. I knew that anyone who looked at me would neverbelieve that. Maybe I still had male mannerisms, but nobody would everthink I was anything but a woman. Not the way I looked now. "It feelsokay. Better than my sport's bra."The saleslady laughed. "Anything feels better than a sport's bra."I laughed as well. She was right. That sport's bra may have done anokay job of holding these boobs in place, but it wasn't the.