I tried to avoid looking at her boobs but I couldn’t so kept staring at those lovely melons. Aunty saw me staring her and then asked “so do you li...e this woman too?” I told “yes Aunty you are so pretty and beautiful, I like you very much. Your husband is so lucky to have you”. She said ” Aww thank you very much Aman, but my husband never appreciates. He is always busy in his own works.” I kept on staring her boobs as her child sucks.A – what are you looking at?Me – Am sorry Aunty, I was just. Instead, I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. I could almost see him smile in the dark.Later on, the four of us went back to Jack’s place and made out. Inside, I was still amazed. Dressed as a girl, I kissed a guy and liked it. What had this transition of the last two weeks done to me?My hands rubbed Jack’s crotch. He was getting hard.Jessica saw me and grinned.“Go ahead, Brenda. Do it!”She announced to the guys, “Brenda’s never sucked a cock before. But she told me she wanted to try it. “Hmm, does that mean you’d prefer for me to wear this one in private?”“Becca, where’d that come from? I’m not sure it would be appropriate to wear that even in private unless it was for someone really special.”“That’s why I’d wear it for you, Daddy. You’re really special.”“Well, thanks sweetheart, but as much as enjoy what I’m seeing right here, that is still not considered appropriate by society’s standards.”“Dad, I have to tell you something but first I have to say this: Screw society. . *** I was over in the laundromat where we washed drop cloths and other heavily encrusted items, on the theory that the big commercial washers could do a better job of cleaning them than our domestic appliances. I’d bring them home to dry. There was a small woman there, maybe five two, small breasted, brown hair, sort of cute but rundown, looking plainer than she had to, I thought, likely about my age. Not my type, certainly. I still had tall blonde goddesses running through my mind, and even if.