For me nothing was too feminine, I adored silks, satins, chiffon andtaffeta. There was no such thing as too much lace or too many ribbonsand bows. Pin... was by far my most favourite colour, apart from that Ialso liked Lemon Yellow and Lilac.Moving into my own flat for the first time opened up a whole new worldof possibilities. It wasn't long before my drawers were crammed withlingerie my closet full of skirts and dresses. I wore female clothingfrom the time I came home of an evening until I left. I was still grinning a second later when my phone buzzed again as he sent a text:“oops meant to send that to someone else sorry”Ha! All my frustration instantly melted away. So he wanted to play, huh?Quickly I pulled off my top, dropped the skirt to the floor and shimmied my way into a dress I was considering for clubbing. It was black, covered in sequins, and very low cut. I squeezed my arms to press my breasts together and snapped a shot of my cleavage. Then I didn’t like that one, so I. I realized that, having missed out on coffee at Aunt Delia's place, Claire had probably tasted a remnant of Aunt Delia's pussy juice. Fortunately she didn't ask about it.Aunt Delia had already phoned Claire with her good news, and Claire ordered me round to her place that night so she could show her appreciation in her own way. She cooked me a special meal. Actually any meal cooked by Claire on a weekday night was unusual, but this time she pulled out all the stops. She was very close to Aunt. Her lips were slightly parted and she was looking right into his eyes with that same, unsettling serenity and curiosity. She leaned forward ever so slightly, as did Jurij. Their lips touched, and then she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and they kissed passionately for several minutes. She broke away first, as she moved back, a tear filled one of Jurij’s eyes.?First thing in the morning, we are leaving for your house. We will be spending some time there. Just the two of us - so that we.