For a few weeks after, you resist your stash of women’s clothing. You tell yourself that you’ve shaken the habit. Then, one night alone at home... you feel bored. A little frisky! Just like one drink can’t do any harm with an alcoholic, just dressing one more time to relieve the loneliness; the sexual tension built up over a few weeks of abstinence; and the boom, can’t hurt. Can it? You find yourself reliving that night. Aroused by the sexual intensity, the girlyness; the sissiness. She felt the thickening and lengthening within her, then the spurting throbbing of that hard core inside. One last time the fires inside her flared to extinguish her awareness of her surroundings and self. The weight on her belly and his warm breath on her cheek gave her indication the movement was ended, and slowly she wakened again to awareness of him, the now softening, shrinking between the folds and the muscles below. At last the roundness slipped from her, and he rose to kneel by her feet. When my cockstarted to soften Aunt DC let go of it and got up. Myeyes locked on to her butt as she left and closed thedoor, blocking my view. I drifted off to sleep, thistime a dreamless sleep… But when I woke up I knewwhat I wanted. I knew everything had changed [at leastin my mind] and I knew what I wanted…It was dark out. I checked my watch and it was after8pm. I got up and undressed, my cock rock hard oncemore. I left my room and made my way to Aunt DC’sbedroom. Like her,. The moment I heard this, I was shivering and told Ranjani, what if my mom comes to know about this and for which Ranjani said, she will not be aware as it is between us and after this, she’s confident that I will never share this with my mom as I am going to have a blast today before.I could realize what was happening, Ranjani came near me and stood in front of me… She had a broad smile and took my right hand and kept it on her shoulder and asked me to remove the mundu towel from her shoulder..