Cool, right? Yeah, my family rocks, I know...Rick stares at me bleary-eyed and silent. Even half-asleep and hungover, Rick is the epitome of masculine...power. Dark hair, blue eyes, 250 lbs of solid muscle packed onto a 6'4" frame. It's a real shame that the poor guy is dumb as a rock. That's actually why he's still here, living with Mom and Dad. He's two years older than me and was the town's great football superstar. Everybody swore he was going to be the next Drew Brees (I have no idea who. He lifted his other hand and placed it on her other breast, as he tenderly felt their soft flesh, stroking them with a circular motion ending with each hand on a hardening nipple. She gasped as his fingers found each nipple, and arched her back, so that her robe fell open, her breasts exposed. Then she reached out with one hand and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him to her, pushing him down into her cleavage. He was in ecstasy as he felt her breasts around his face. Then he pulled. He asked if he could come in.He came inside and offered me a beer and we began chatting. Paul finally asked, "So is it really true you like dressing like a girl, or was that just a one-time deal?" I don't know why, but I admitted I liked it. He then asked, "Can I see?"We went back to my sister's room and I did my makeup and put on a blonde wig I stole from my mom's closet (not sure why she had it). With my hair and makeup done, he made a comment that I looked just like my sister. I asked him. I felt my bald pussy and directly I could feel the wetness beteen my legs. Had a quick breakfast and went after a towel and jumped in a dress, and took off with the bike, heading to the river. It was still and not more than the birds singing when I drove down the road passing Ullas house. From distance I could see an old car standing by the river, and first I thought about to turn back home,but decided to check who was there. I parked the bike and went over the edge and looked down, and could.