Instead of burning the land as had the sun, the light seemed as gentle as the touch of the moist sand on my feet. The tide was slowly ebbing, leaving ...he sand firm and packed. The seventh wave washed up and swept over my ankles. Now the water was cool and I gasped at its caress. Moved by an impulse, I held my arms up to the moon as though I was offering it devotion.I turned and my heart leaped up into my throat. For that was when I saw her.Even now my mind falters when I try to describe her. I. But now with the spring, I worried that trouble was now coming. Father Cal had told me that he had heard more rumors that someone was telling some very ridiculous stories about Des and I as well as about my parents. Des and I talked of what could happen and had made plans, just incase.I had been hunting and was returning when I saw what looked like near 50 men on horse back coming down the road that led to my home. The men had just passed the harvest camping site and look like they were not. Their ultimate fantasy woman if they were normal, rather than being a sissy.Sissies are transvestites who can’t be sated by just throwing on some panties and jerking off. They must strive to become their ideal female. This means the fetish will transcend the bedroom, and creep into the rest of their life. A full wardrobe, makeup, wigs, etc. Sissies will spend more time looking at women’s outfits than they will be looking at the women wearing them. Sissies keep their body hair shaved, likely. After some time, Asha got up and removed her top and bottom. She was now in her bra and pantie and she was looking absolutely edible!I too removed my clothes except my underwear and laid down with her. We started smooching and I explored every bit of her body with my hands. She was calling out, “Oh Krishna” and every now and then, it was driving me mad.I put my hand under her bra and started squeezing her nipples. Asha was shivering vigorously. I then put my fingers under her panties and.