“Fan-freaking-Tastic,” I replied, adding that “the only thing that would make it better would be…,” and, before I finished, her shirt was of..., revealing only her lacy bra. “YES!” I exclaimed, approaching her for a light attack of her body and tits. Deb allowed me several dive-bomb into her chest, as well as my sneaky hand plummeting into the back of her shorts, feeling her ass with hard squeezes. She would jump at one or two particularly hard ones.“OK, D, I have an idea…” I said, to her curious. “I thought I was coming to America for a new start.” Eon said, snapping Dustan back to the present. “A change in my life to leave behind the oppression and terror of my past. Had I known then what I know now I would have gladly remained.”Dustan sat silently driving, transfixed on the sultry, haunting sound of Eon’s voice. His breath was becoming short and rhythmic as he listened to the intoxicating tones, He waited spellbound for each and every word somehow feeling Eon’s story as it unfolded.. "I think we makes a hair remover for one of the beauty productcompanies. I can see about getting you a few bottles to try out. Mightbe easier than shaving?" Yea, that would be great. And you know, I've been thinking too. Youknow, not all women as girlie and soft. There are a lot of great femaleathletes these days. Just because I'm changing my sex doesn't mean Ihave to give up sports. Sure I might not be able to compete, thatwouldn't be fair to natural woman but..." No Marc. That's not. Once in the laundry room portion of the basement, he found what he was after. Sitting there on top of the shining white dryer was the basket of clean clothes that his mother had told him about and right next to his was a basket containing his sister's clean laundry. Once again his eyes were drawn to the panties that were always seemed to be right on top of the stack of clean clothing.As usual, the strange butterfly feelings started in Grant's stomach the minute he laid eyes on his sister's.