Well Britt. I’m the wrong person to ask if your ass looks fat. I try not to look at your ass,” Jeff said thought he has always admire her ass.“U... ok. What about my titties? I think I have gone another cup size,” Brittany said, sticking her sweat glistering chest out high, staring at her sport bra covered tits. Jeff was staring too.“Either way s*s. You have big tits. I have always used to tease you about them since you first started growing them,” he said reminding her.“Yes Jeff. I know.”“So. There are thosewho fall in between these two extremes.I was, primarily, a 'sexdrive sissy'. The hornier I was, the wilder myfantasies. However, I leaned towards the lifestyle sissy in that I worewomen's jeans (I had no male jeans), I wore panties (I had no maleunderwear) and I kept my underarms waxed. These were my sissy lifestylechoices. But as I got hornier I would start wearing lip-gloss, bras,women's boots and would visit as many sissification sites as I could.It was during one of my. ” Came the response but there was nobody speaking. “The man, the killer.” “I am?” “Three four better lock the door.” He took another step toward her and she backed against the walls. Red brick, hot as Hell singed her through the sweat soaked dress forcing a gasp from her lips. Her brunette curls soaked with sweat, falling straight over her face in black tendrils. He was against her now clawed digits reaching out for a paralyzed animal. “Five six get your crucifix.” It was almost a delicate. They were perfectly shaped and looked so succulent. They were slightly conical, with delicate pink nipples mounted like two cherries in the middle of areolas, which were two inches in diameter. They begged to be kissed and touched. I reached out to take them in my hands and she slapped them away. “Be patient, John. Let me take the lead tonight. I’m going to show you what sex and loving should be.” She shimmied out of her sweat pants letting them pool around her ankles, revealing her whole body.