”He pulled me close to him, and our lips met for the first time. He kissed me gently, and parted my lips with his tongue. I felt dizzy as we kissed....I became aware of his throbbing cock pressing against my belly. I wrapped my hand around it gently. My brother inhaled deeply as my hand made contact with it. It felt even bigger than it looked. I gently began to move my hand up and down his shaft. His hips began to buck, and he kissed me harder. I pushed him away.“Slow down.” I whispered.“Take. .." Can't be what?" You look just like Sarah Hackett, the girl that I buried a year agoafter she tripped over, fell down the stairs and broke her neck. She washer parent's only child, and her whole family turned out for the burial." I am Sarah Hackett. I fell down the stairs, bashed my head and was in acoma for a month, and then lost my memory. At least that's what myparents told me when they helped me get my memories back." You can't be her, Sarah's whole family turned out for the burial, and. I couldn't. I had gotten this far, there was no way in hell I was going to back down. Besides, his fingers were nestling themselves in my short, thick black hair, massaging my scalp. I sucked him faster, deeper, his cock pressing against the back of my throat. I reached a hand down to my quivering pussy lips, fervently moving my fingers against my hot, throbbing clit. I moaned while I sucked him, gazing up at his heaving chest, his tongue sliding over his lips. He was enjoying himself. I. Nearly caught! What would she have said if she had seen me? A lucky escape. But... somehow the idea of getting caught dressed up like a pervert turned me on, I almost wished it had happened. From then on tights became a regular part of my daily crossdressing experience, especially sheer black nylons, which looked and felt so good on my smooth hairless legs. The next escalation was that one day I decided to try on my sister's bra. Although exciting that wasn't such a great success though, it was.