His hand onmy back felt wonderful, and I just knew that I should have been a girlall along. As well as the group dances, like the Electric Slide, I da...cedwith three different guys before I left to walk home. Week after weekwent by, and I went to all of the dances, making new friends and having agood time. I got better at doing my makeup and hair, and I also added tomy meager wardrobe.By the next morning I was myself again, no sign of the girl that went todance. My mom gave no sign that she knew. Muscles played along her two delving fingers as her thumb rubbed furiously against Daphne’s’ clit. A backlash of shared pleasure lanced into Chandrya and she gently eased off her manipulation of her sister’s body, ever since they were little, she had got a deep sense of satisfaction from making her sister cum.Slowly, Chandrya eased her sister down from her orgasmic high, her fingers slowing then slipping from deep within Daphne. For a moment, they just held each other close, saying nothing as. “Mm, you taste so good, Anna,” she said softly. “Come on, let’s go, I know a place where we won’t be looked at so strangely.”They got up and walked out of the shop hand-in-hand. Anna was so wet and her eyes were glossy. She was so turned on she would have followed Addison anywhere. They ended up at a club downtown. Inside it was dark at first. When Anna’s eyes adjusted, she gasped. Addison giggled.“It’s a dungeon for the kinky people of Chicago,” Addison told her as she grabbed her hand and led. No, she was removing her blouse, and there was a nude colored bra beneath it. ‘Oh God, don’t let me come yet. Just a little more time, please don’t let me come yet.’ She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He looked at the triangle between her thighs, and his mouth watered. He heard an angel say, ‘Do you remember these?’ He looked up towards the waistband of the panties, and saw the insignia, ‘Jockey for Women.’ ‘Yes, I remember.’ He watched as her thumbs moved up to her breasts..