To further that point, its not about the clothes.I wear pants and a shirt most days. Dresses and skirts are saved forspecial occasions - just like mos... women my age. Yes, there are times whenI want to be more feminine, but I'm a practical woman , and so end up incomfortable, durable clothes. And as for underwear, that's even morepractical, as the only person who will ever see them is me.It's not about attracting attention.My happiest moments during this transition have been when I've gone. I love the taste of a woman’s cunt juice, her cunt fragrance turns me on. Your Jiju also likes to see me loving a woman. Now dont stare me like a zombie, my bhai, take my dress off. Look at my naked body. Your didi wants you to see my cunt. Make me naked the way you did your loving wife.”I gently rolled the dress abpove her head and shuddered with excitement when I saw that my sister had not worn anything underneath. My fingers touched her soft breast and fragrance of her body filled me with. “Oh, um ... I was already going for a while,” he sputtered without thinking, not wanting his mother to think he came really fast.He caught his mother blushing too.“You might want to keep your door closed if your father’s home, sweetie,” she suggested. She leaned back against the counter while her eyes drifted down to the bulge in his briefs, and then slowly back to her son’s face.“Yeah, if Dad’s home,” he agreed. But not if you’re here, he told himself silently.Jay was already wondering if his. I was still hovering above her body, but now we were in a sixtynine-ish move. I told her to open her mouth, and again inserted my cock into her mouth. This time, I pushed it inside until she started gagging and immediately pulled it out. I told her to keep trying, and repeated the action. Whenever she started gagging, I pulled my cock out, but the plan was working. Every successive act saw my cock go deeper into her throat, and the intensity of her gagging was substantially reducing. She was.