But the truth is, you look damn sexy as well”And in my defence, she did.Lisa was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She was a classic athlete shape...I suppose, but for her breasts, which seemed unusually large for such a slim woman. Not that she flaunted herself at all- quite the reverse. She was usually very demure and dressed to conceal her figure, which I personally thought was a damn shame. It was only in fleeting glimpses as she stretched up to tie her hair back or when some other innocent. When ever there was nobody home,I would go in the bathroom,and grab a pair of my sister panties,and would put them on.it felt so good ,as my cock would get totaly hard,I even wet far wearing her bra,or a slip,that I would find in the clothes hamper.that this started me into crossdressing.when I moved out,I had a nice little wardrobe at my new placeI dicided to go out dressed as a beuitfull sexy girl,wearing a red blouse,short mini skirt,with a black lace bra,matching garterbelt,and lace. " Victor said from behind her.Agog I watched Helen spread her legs as wide as she could, a moment later there was the hiss of the tails cutting the air, I saw them flicking up under her body to strike along the full length of her exposed pussy and curled up to hit her pubic mound. Helen gave a blood curdling cry then hung limply in her bonds, a moment later my son came into my range of vision again, he checked Helen then stepped back and waited. A few minutes later Helen stirred, or more. Firm to the touch, and wonderful on the eye. When she walked into the bar that day, 30 years ago, a hush fell down on the lunchtime drinkers. A wolf whistle was heard, then men giggling. She just didn’t like walking into bars on her own. Her boyfriend was at the end of the bar waiting. Rob Broom, was three years older than Anne, at 28. A nice guy of 5’11’, but could only be described as ‘average’…’Mr Average’. He was a driver for a meat company and worked long hard hours. As honest as the day.