He crashed through the back door to the galley, a snow flurry following him though the door. Doris, her back to the door preparing lunch, felt the icy...blast.“Close the fucking door will you; that cold air is blowing right up me skirt!” she squeaked in the falsetto she had developed since she had started crossdressing.Knocker was stunned. What was this plump young Wren doing in the galley? They were supposed to be on leave.“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?” Knocker growled.Doris. The lips are peeled back slightly revealing the warm pinkness inside of the brownish bronze of her skin. For a woman who had had five children, there was no sign of use that should have been present. Hers looked tight and remarkably well kept, the pubic hair kept trim, but not shaved. To me this was a delightful change from the countless shaved pussies I had gotten used to in my earlier days. I dove in without regard for any preambles of teasing her. I reached around her finely shaped ass,. I can just about recall her, along with Sally's, Bill's and my own mother, taking all of us tykes to the park together when we were small. She did have two children of her own, Reginald (who was roughly a year older than Bill and I) and Susan (who was our age). But for some reason those two never quite gelled (or fitted in well) with the likes of Bill, Sally and me, when we all played together. As tots we never realized it; but as we grew older we kind-a got the idea that the two Arnold. Oohh god..”Me: Aunty, I want to see your boobs.Sarasu: Yes you can (and she turned towards me and showed me her boobs covered with her blouse.)Me: This I have seen earlier, not this, I want to see your bare boobs (these conversations were in our native language).Sarasu: Okay, on one condition. You have to undress me yourself.I unhooked her blouse. She was wearing a bra. I asked her, “You know that today is our day of enjoyment, then why did you wear a bra?” It was white or cream colored.