As Jessie drove us to the studio she kept glancing sideways at me, finally I turned to her."What?" Nothing" Come on Jessie, something's bothering you,...so what is it" It's it's nothing Bobby" If it's about us then just say it, if it's me then please tell me. Are you regretting what's happened between us? If you are then tell me, if you want me to leave then I guess I will, I don't want to hurt you Jessie. You've always been the only good thing in my life; I don't want to loose you" O god Bobby. She walked right beside me, so close that her shoulder often touched my arm. I was fascinated. We kept making eye contact, flirting. I made the back of my hand touch her hip; she glanced at me and smiled.At the end of the tour Jenny asked me into a small playhouse the kids had built, like an Aboriginal gunyah. To my disappointment all the other kids trooped in as well. Framed with sticks and covered with branches and leaves, the gunyah was quite roomy inside, everyone sat on the ground. It was. I was sure people would see me doing this as most of ourneighbours windows overlook our garden." How did you feel about that?" I asked. I'd let my hand wander up hislegs and under his "Dorothy" dress as I listened to his story.I felt really scared, I thought everyone will know it's me wearing thedress and there will be endless teasing about it. I told my sister butshe said no one would have any idea that it was me.We took everything back inside and I felt much more relaxed then. Afterwe checked. "Priya, you love hard cocks, don’t you, love his hard cock Priya, "your pussy is so wet." I thought to myself. I slipped the panties to the side of myhairy mound, my hand becoming sticky with my own lubricant, my fingers spreading my cunt just like the girl's in the magazine. My fore finger slid easily into my wet hole, and I finger fucked myself slowly, watching my brother jerking with my black lace panties I had worn at work that day,his ass thrusting up to meet his fist.I thought briefly.