She stuttered a little and said, "I think I know who you are..."My mind was racing! I thought, "Who the fuck is this chick and why does she know who I...am?"So I asked her, "How do you know me? Did you google me?"She laughed and enquired about my sister. Now shit was gettin weird.She was then certain she knew who I was. But refused to tell me how she knew me.So I dismissed it and told her we should go dance. And just then she told me.Turns out she was the mother of one of my sisters best friends. Then Ben came along, and for a little while the odds were too even for comfort. Ben was stronger and a little faster than his sister, but once trapped he loved it as much as Frances did.The odds shifted once more when Frances decided it was fun to help gang up on her little brother. Ben didn't stand a chance against the three of us. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure he really tried to resist very hard, either. He was a smart kid.And then there was the hair-brushing. I loved brushing Kate's. I had never worn it for him. It was just too outrageously sexy. The halter top leaves the sides of my breasts dramatically exposed and the short little full skirt comes literally just barely to the bottom of my ass. I would wear for Aaron! I went back into the bedroom and quietly rummaged around until I found it. I felt like such a whore standing there in the bedroom with the taste of Aaron's cum still in my mouth. But I also had the memory of Aaron's enchanting cock filling me with. I want to ridmy body of male hair. I want to get implants. I want to be filled withfemale hormones and I want to have a beautiful pussy like Giselle's andI guess yours as well, Delilah." I notice that all of you are dressed in very feminine attire. I wantto be a girly girl as well. It would be hard for me to wear pantsagain. Dresses and skirts feel so much more comfortable. I love thefeel of a bra around my chest. Panties are so much better than jockeyshorts. Hose and heels feel so.