’ He’s checking around the pool and calming down. ‘Hold me.’ His hands are on my waist. They feel strong. The skin is rough, like he works wit... his hands. I know he wants them elsewhere. Up or down? Which way will you go?”My head was swimming and I had to try hard to concentrate. I was sure it was a dream, but her skin felt so soft, smooth and warm. She shook her head and the curtain of red hair parted, leaving her breasts exposed, covered by moonlight.“Do you like my breasts?” she asked. They are the only ones in my family to know of my secret lifestyle. At least at home, at school, I can be who I want to be. I change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, before looking for what I really want to wear today. I stuff the clothes into my bag. I can change at school. This has been going on for about three months. At least in public it has been. I’ve been dressing up as a girl for a few years now. But, after the help and encouragement of my sisters, I started to in public, also. . He expertly slid my shorts and panties off and seemed pleasantly surprised that I shaved my pussy. He kissed the smooth skin and then quickly put his fingers inside me. I softly spoke leading my young lover into the stages of a woman’s orgasm. I showed him how to find the magic button and we experimented with different ways of stroking it. I then let him explore my drenched hole with his young tongue, guiding him to all the erotic zones and letting him lick up my hot juices. He was rushed as. Then another ten. A young guy with big glasses who sat a couple of seats to her right raised his phone in her direction. He was pretending to write a message, but she was sure he was taking a picture. She gave him an angry look when he looked at her breasts again, but he only stopped for a few minutes. As soon as she turned her head, he started staring again.She carefully reached down and adjusted her shirt so it would show less cleavage, doing it so it seemed unconscious.A message appeared..