It was the frilliest bra with lovely scalloped lacing on the shoulderstraps. Once I had my tee shirt over it and I studied my appearance inthe mirror ... gasped with shock. The frilly red, outline was as plain asday through the plain white cotton tee shirt. I gulped with surprise andtried protesting. When this didn't work, I tried pleading but Aunty Bevseemed unmoved."But Aunty Bev," I cried piteously, "I still look like a boy, a boywearing a bra. Look, you can see it under my tee shirt. With my. You see,’ she said looking at us both with tears in her eyes, ‘I had to go back to Silvio. I was his wife wasn’t I? I couldn’t leave him. You understand don’t you?’ She seemed to be seeking our approval for what she had done. Primarily, I suppose, because she thought she had done the wrong thing! ‘Gianna, you had to do what you thought was right.’ ‘Anyway I did go back to him. Silvio had to know about us and about Guy but he could hardly complain could he,’ she said with some bitterness. ‘Oh I. “So is Shelly still on for today?” I asked.“Of course she is. You called her last night. She is going to call me, if anything happens. If not, I’ll go by at five to pick up Tiger and bring him to my house. Trust me I can handle it. So stop worrying. You are worse than I was on Shelly’s first day of school. If anything happens I have the vets address, and your cellphone so go and do your thing. If you have to stay just call we can handle it. Trust me Sarge, you thought of everything.” Tonya. She wanted to find out and she already had a plan. She just hoped that she wasn’t too late. It was quite a while until she felt her body come down from its orgasmic high and when she sat up against the wall she could smell her own sex. Her fingers were wet and her thighs were as well. She could still feel little tremors with every move she made but she had to get up and clean herself before she went back to the boys. She was still turned on and did something a little different than the last.