At that age, I often played dress-upwith my older sister. My pre-adolescent body looked good in her hand-me-downs, and I loved the feel and freedom o... feminine attire. Myparents were not hung up on gender stereotypes, and treated my dressinggames with amused tolerance all through grade school and into juniorhigh. Their loving acceptance allowed me to really heed their warningsthat others might not understand, so no one outside our family knew.Then, in my freshman year of high school, puberty. The study was set with cocktails all around, and hordevories scattered about, and chamber music played. As we entered, Donna greeted out guests.“Michelle, so nice to see you.” and she embraced her. “And my special ladies,” she said addressing Susan and Allison. She knelt down and embraced Susan first, she went right for the kiss, it was slow, and controlled, but her tongue spent much of the time in Susan’s mouth, and Susan's in hers. She repeated this with allison, taking the time to grab. I couldn’t have the same girl twice in a row, without Sammi doing something in-between.Nobody seemed to mind at all.I made a simple rule that nobody gets me until after their homework, and/or housework is done, Mom liked that.With Tiffany most freshly fucked, it was Sammi and I that night.Using our smart phones, we found and promised to try many amazing positions and deviations. Often, we just cuddled and held each other all through the night. The way we felt about one another, didn’t. . in a rhythm ... move with me ... Out ... yes! And in ... ohhh uhhh yes ... out ... uhhh ... in ... ohh ... out ... That's it ... that's it ... yes ... keep moving ... just like that ... oh god Manish ... that feels so good!"Shirlyn hissed in pleasure and dragged her slender fingers up his hard, V-shaped torso to his deeply cleaved chest and steepled them over his nipples, her fingernails digging into his smooth skin.Her pointed tongue arched sexily over her deliciously curved upper lip. She.