"Really," Chanitra said, trying to reassure her. "I can see I upset you. Didn't mean to. I... kinda even had a question, that's all." I didn't mean to...look at you that way," Laura said, almost under her breath, deeply ashamed."I don't mind," Chanitra crinkled her nose. "Kinda like it. Why do you think I wear these, anyway?"She did a graceful little pirouette, showing off her sleek black thighs and incredible high round ass. Laura tried not to crave the girl's delicious body."You know," Chanitra. And again he wasout wearing one of his silly sissy dresses. One of the problems withhis sissy dresses was that they were so outrageous, and the skirts wereso big and puffy, that they simply screamed for attention. There was noway that anyone could look at him and not know that he was anything buta sissy... a big sissy. And in that outfit, hiding behind anything wouldbe pretty much out of the question! There was another problem with hisdress as well, while it wasn't as bad as his other sissy. I hated that freedom I was enjoying and the forgiveness that everyone was heaping on me for what I’d done. I hated Miranda for making me a murderer and myself for letting it happen.I rocked back and forth, poison roiling in my soul. I hadn’t known it was there. I hadn’t felt it in my veins and I knew it was death if I didn’t get it out. I didn’t know how. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t think all I could do was wail hopelessly. I was broken inside and I wasn’t sure the breaking had finished.I. He was a bit sad about this but accepted what i said and wished me well, he even texted me that new years eve to wish me a happy new year but i didn't reply. Anyway things didn't get better with my fella. I did confront him on the other women and he lied about everything. I got angry and said "You've been telling other women you love them, you've even arranged to meet up with one, why haven't you met her yet?" he still didn't admit it, then i said "You even told one that i'd uploaded my boobs.