There was no more of the peevishness or pettiness in them. I felt like I was seeing Bri - really seeing her - for the first time. Slowly, she leaned i..., and pressed her lips to mine. I could still taste vodka and fruit juice on them. Her tongue slipped inside my mouth, and tagged my own tongue. My erection grew and strained through my pants, pressing against her bare buttocks. I'm sure she felt it. After a minute, she broke off our kissing and stood up. She took my hand and pulled me towards. I strained with all my might to get a good look between her legs but I was too far to see. Either way, I enjoyed looking at her thick thighs. I groaned to myself and I was thankful I adjusted my already hard cock before I stepped out of the woods. I didn't want her to see I was already hard. "You knew I was out there?" "Yes. I even saw you adjusting that cock of yours. I'm glad to know I can do that you. Make you hard without even touching you." "I was just thinking about what we did yesterday. I bet you love little girl partydresses and princes outfits don't you sissy?" I do, yes." So the name sissy does suit you. I was browsing the internet once andsaw some pages with photos of men in ridiculously frilly and femininedresses and panties. They were called sissies. You should look at them... or maybe you already have?"Before I could rspond, thankfully, Joan, interrupted to explain that shewas going to start my intimate waxing. She explained that she'd be usinga different wax and to let. She told me he’d confessed that he hadn’t been able to decide what he wanted, which made him believe he wasn’t ready for anything other than friendship. But once he’d seen she was trapped in his apartment as it burned, once he was faced with the prospect of losing her, the decision had been made. I teased them about living together so soon into their relationship although I knew they were taking things slowly as Gwen recovered. I was happy for them, but my joy and teasing felt hollow and forced.