Don't try to tell me thatyou didn't find wearing women's clothes a turn-on." I could feelmyself blushing beneath my makeup. She was absolutely right, ...fcourse; although my head had tried to deny it, from the firstmoment I felt her panties on my cock, I was hooked. "Do youreally think I was, am, pretty?" I shyly asked, abandoning allpretenses that she was wrong in her judgment of my newlydiscovered TV inclinations."You really do make a pretty girl, Bobbie," Marsha chimed in, "Icouldn't wait to. I wish I could remember the voice clearly that spoke softly into my ear in that moment. I know without a doubt it was his but the passing year has dulled it ‘s clarity. Only three words he spoke and I held on to them in the darkness every night since. ‘I am here.’ He whispered. The sun had dried my tears and the Beltaine festival was over. Too late he had made his presence known and I walked home alone that morning. I had vowed to return this year knowing he would be waiting for me. Now I. My dick was starting to hurt just like the first time I jerked off I wanted to do it and relieve myself. Now she said maybe this would help and she started rubbing her pussy over her panties and I was ready to loose all control. How I was holding back I have no clue to this day. As I was ready to give in she removed her panties and asked if this would help me to jerk off now.There was my older sister, nice dark tan with no tan lines big ass tits and a very nice trimmed pussy. It did not matter. When I had them up to mid thigh I stood and buttoned the stockings to the garter and then slid the panties on. GOD what a feeling! I had no idea this minor clothes change could be so erotic. I slipped the T over my head and stayed in the candlelight so my Master could inspect me. The anticipation, nerves, and chill of the room had reduced my cock to a small lump in the panties but the silk still felt fantastic. It was then that my host rose from the chair, revealing a 6’4”, 250 frame that.