Crossing her arms in front of her, she pulled the green dress over her head. Her bunches caught on the neckline and she looked slightly comical but wr...ggled rather sexily as she fought to unhitch a tangle of hair from a clip on the shoulder strap. Her soft breasts bounced slightly as she reached behind her to unclip her cotton, pink and white striped bra. Her socks followed onto the neat pile of her clothes on the arm of the couch and then she tugged her little striped panties down to her knees. You could feel my quickening erection, and as I gripped your bottom lip and drew it into mine, you moaned softly and relaxed against me.I looked at your face, looked into your darting eyes, and caressed your face and neck with my hand. You pressed your lips into mine, kissing me back with all the pent up desire of the week of not seeing one another, the heated exchanges by chat and phone.As we kissed, I reached for the buttons of your blouse and slowly started unbuttoning them. I broke off the. After the hours of practice to perfect my female persona I now had to learn to act like a man in a skirt.Sally Anne put on her cassock and dog collar and we went downstairs. As I went down the steps I felt my skirt billow out and when I passed the mirror in the hall I looked at the tarty image of myself. I was so incredibly excited thinking about going out dressed like this.I poured Sally Anne a drink and had a soft drink myself as I was driving. When I sat down my petticoat bulged in my lap. She relaxed and threw in her hug too. Then we sat on the sofa in the living room and started discussing the topic. She told why liking her was wrong and why I should not like her, she started finding out reasons to stop me from liking her. Then I suddenly realised that she was doing this because she was just very curious to find out how much like her.I just held her hand and said, Priya, nothing can stop me from liking, no matter how many reasons you find out and I know I cannot be in relation.