”They pulled into the driveway, and Terry shut off the motor. All of a sudden, he didn’t want to work on the farm. All he wanted to do was stay wi...h Isolde all day. Looking at how her breasts filled out the tee shirt began to give him an erection. Shit. I have to get this hay baled, or it will get rained on, he thought to himself. Oh well. There will be time enough for all that tonight.Isolde sat there in the passenger seat, thinking Terry was going to say something. She sensed that there was. .. well, who you are, what you do, the way you look..." Just imagine how I'll look when I'm finished. And dressed properly,"Pete said as they cuddled."I'm trying not to. I'll save that for when... anyway," Danny said,reddening a bit. "You're going to start dressing -well, like a woman?Properly."Pete shrugged. "Seems silly not to. I'll have the body for it very soon,after all." That I'm looking forward to." Me too," Pete said, glancing at the clock. "Gotta go, babe." He stoodup and started. When she came back from the kitchen, I could see the damp outline of the ice inside her left bra cup. It was directly over her nipple. My dad's mouth gasped open as he took in the sight of her damp spot."Moppet!" he scolded. "You are being so mean."I just shrugged my shoulders. I wasn't going to be the one to tell my sister's secrets."No, Daddy. She isn't," Tonya shivered. "I love ice." And where else do you like ice?" he asked curiously."You aren't playing fair, Daddy. You've gotta ask truth. I hated her mom. She was a real bitch, a racist bitch in fact. She was not happy that her blonde haired & blue eyed daughter was friends with someone who was dark skinned and exotic. I was born and raised in America, but just because my skin color was different I had to deal with bullshit like that. That's why we never really hung out at Hillary's house. The few times I went by, I always heard her mom muttering some racist shit under her breath. She hoped we would grow apart, but Hillary is.