We was just making small talk and i kept glancing down at her amazing perfect big tits! Then she grabbed my hand and started sliding it over one of he... big tits i started to squeeze it gently and she smiled and asked if I liked them, I was silent so hypnotized by her tits I just started to squeeze them and massage them feel how big and soft they were seeing how hard her nipples was getting through the material of her bikini. She then untied her bikini and revealed her big soft tits to me, my. When he touched me my pussy would began to throb.. I payed it no mind thinking this is muy friend. By the end of the night he was asking me to give him a boob shot come on he said just one look at those sexy tits no i replied this went on for several night when we would hang out.. All the time i was saying no my pussy was saying just fucking take what you want and shove your dick in me PLEASE!! This specific night when he asked he barely touched my breast and softly pulled me to him where he. Physically I was a boy, albeit a sissy, but now in this cocoon of femininity I felt giddy and dare I say it, girly. What was happening to me?I couldn’t help feeling exposed. I’d revealed more when I was in short trousers, but then my down-there essentials were encased in at least two layers of robust material. Now, there was only a wafer-thin piece of cloth between my privates and the outside world. Yes, I had a slip and skirt but, unlike even the youngest of girls, I did not know how reliable. Frank in some ways was harmless, he never thought his questions were inappropriate, we would classify him as eccentric and I would simply blush as my husband laughed, but privately, I would provide the answers, because I watched him as he got hard, and when I answered him, I would be descriptive and that excited me.'Does it bother you when I talk about your Pussy Mariel'? I looked at Frank, my husband had just gone down the stairs to take the dogs for a walk, leaving us alone, this was when.