Gently gripping me, his left hand moved towards my, towards my, well my chest at that point in my life. Still, it sent my head spinning and breathing ...hort. Colin took that as a good sign and started massaging my nipple. It and its sister were rock hard by now. I was overwhelmed. The movie kept playing but we were all alone together. After all, the row was empty. Finally he twisted in his seat to face me and that’s when it got truly interesting. I was wearing a dress after all and thus far he. He walkedawkwardly out of the kitchen and back to his office.Shrugging, I finished my food and walked back to the bathroom to freshenup. My reflection was still that of a lovely young woman. I looked at mystunning green eyes feeling the bewitching power behind its innocence. Iknew that any man who looked too long would invariably fall under myspell. Then there were my breasts, round, succulent, and more perfectthan a mid-autumn rose.I licked my sexy lips watching in fascination as my reflection. Ki nazro se dekhta me bhi piyasi thi muje bhi bada loda chahiye tha me abhi apne boobs dikhane lagi or bade nack ke kapde pehene lagi 1 month ke badd mere hubby ko kaam se bahar janatha 3 day ke liye to me ger me akeli thi hum hamesa sms se bate ker te rehte the ek jab mere hubby bahar gaye to vo ek din shaam me mere ger aaya or mere pass beth ke muje mobile me sexy pic dikhane laga me hot hoti ja rahi thi usne muje pakad ke sofe pe litaya or mere boobs press ker ne laga me to diwaani ho gai us. A tomboy. That's what I am, at heart! That's the perfectly logical reason I don't like to wear girls' clothes!" You must have had a difficult time wearing all those outfits the designers created for you." Of course, I have! Wearing guys' clothes is a defense! A way to get away from the life I don't want!" 'His' sore throat was giving 'him' sound even more desperate."You have developed a fetish, haven't you?" A fetish?? I'm not into any thing like that: Believe me!" 'His' breaking, wanting to.