Rather then pulling away Chris arched his back and let him in deeply. "Peet go get dressed. Tell your mom Jan-Thijs and I will have some more work and...he may stay over it my place for the night...", winked Chris at Pieter. Pieter knew enough, but he was very disappointed. "Maybe next year cuz. I don't want to get you into any trouble...", said Chris as he rubbed his cheeks. Chris shoved Jan-Thijs into a shower cubicle and closed the door behind them. They kissed passionately. And JT got sucked. The heroine of the story is my aunt who is my mother’s sister.Please give your comments after reading the story at Let’s come to the story, this was happened 5years ago, actually I studied my graduation in village and after exams I got vacation of 2 months then I planned to visit my aunt house. the next week I went to aunt home my aunt welcomed me with my cousin , aunt’s family consist 3 members uncle aunt and cousin my uncle always to go dubai for earn money. I don’t want to bore you, come to. I walked to my barn and through it till I got to my Arabian paint stallions stall. I stroked his ears and neck and planted a kiss on him like I do every night and realized he was out of hay. I climbed a ladder to the loft for a new bale when David came from the shadows , "Well well well baby sis look who decided to show up." He said huskily.I tilted my head to the side licking my lips again, "What are you doing here?" I asked.He shrugged and got a few inches away from my face. He pushed a piece. I can live with it. I have to."When we talked about my efforts I had to admit that I found the femaleclothes comfortable and that dressing up was fun. I liked trying to coordinate colours and textures. I felt more confident, if I put a littlemake up on before I went out. I enjoyed wearing jewelry. I loved thefeel of dangly ear rings touching my neck. I liked brushing my auburnhair. For now at least I was a million miles away from the ruggerbugger, testosterone fueled guy that I had been.