C. at the moment. “How about melon sandwiches?” Sonja led one of his hands to her left breast, then to the right. Of course, her other hand was st...ll in my lap. Except in was no longer in my underwear. That had been pulled aside and my baloney pony was gazing at its surroundings, the meat being molded by Sonja’s right hand. This was way beyond arousal. I decided that it was at least nine rousals. Sonja glanced at my dick and J.C.’s gaze followed. He swallowed hard. “We have a nice chick breast.. Right. My sister is away at college, so I was sure mom would borrow some of her things to turn me into a girl, and I was hoping mom didn't make me wear one of those micro mini's Beth likes. I did not tell anyone, including Jill that I had agreed to dress as a girl. I didn't want the flak I was sure I would get. The weekend before the party, mom dragged me to her bedroom and told me to strip, then, when I was down to my briefs, she coated me in hair remover. When I showered it off, my skin was. "See you tomorrow," he said, going out the back door.I leaned back against the couch, one hand resting on the pillow. Hardly realizing what I was doing, the palm of my hand pushed it hard against my crotch.My father left us four years ago. I knew they argued about her drinking too much and I'm almost sure I heard him once accusing her of having an affair. I don't really know for sure, but it was a lot quieter around here afterwards. She was really different though, in ways that really bother me. When she is clad in a sari with a low cut blouse she looks immortal. The naval button on her almost flat tummy looks great. She wears her sari just below her naval button so they are easily visible. The low cut blouse, it seems is more for revealing than to conceal. The “WONDER BRA” she wears keeps pushing her mounds to shoot out of her blouse. Thanks to those high heels she wears, every step she takes gives metrical movement to her butts. Her butt sways in rhythm as she walks. In her dressing.