I realise now of course that I have not described her. I’ll do that now.She stood tall, even slightly taller than I: six feet, two inches. She was s...im, but not too slim. Her hips swayed a little when she walked, and she had a habit of wearing skintight plaid trousers and a perfectly tight jacket top that flared out at the bottom. For easily the first two weeks that she’d been in the department, nobody had been able to concentrate when she was walking away from them – or towards. She didn’t. Sky sees the sun block and picks it up immediately, "Oh, I'll need this" she said. "I've not been topless at all this year, look how white I am". Jenny and I both looked. Sky had plainly been wearing a lot of vest tops this summer. Her body has the classic vest shape, drawn in 'tan line 'white, against a nicely tanned pair of arms, shoulders and cleavage. Her full, white breasts, has centres topped with what could have been glacier cherries. Her red nipples standing so brightly. The bikini. As I grew older even my mother found it hard to see me as a boy. Dressed in girls clothes my whole life, when mom bought me boys clothes I'd cry when she put them on me. My sisters would tell mom they can keep me quite, so mom would go back downstairs and let them do what they wanted as long as I stopped crying. I had a feminine face and small build for a boy. By the time I was 4 dad had left us, mom started drinking and my sisters pretty much raised me. My hair was let to grow long, I'd be. I have found three which I think are suitable and seem to have a generally large membership base in Australia. I propose that we make a profile on these sites and we put forward exactly what we are looking for – stressing that your husband agrees to you having sex with the right man, but that he will not be involved or present. I think we can have a nice couple of g-rated photos of you on the profile and perhaps some topless ones that show off your beautiful boobs in a password protected.