So I was even more set to be a sissy, and then a woman, nomatter what. After all, it was my job to be a woman, not his. I had to befemale for myself f...rst, then for the world to see.As we often did on our home dates, I ordered pizza in. Being a Muslim,Achref drank no alcohol, and accompanied his food with a coke. I,instead, as a "man" would drink beer. That night, however, such amasculine drink felt very unladylike, so I preferred to open a bottle ofred wine. As we were eating, he asked me. . As these thoughts flowed through Sarah's mind, she became aware that she was gently rubbing her well-developed breasts and without realising it was becoming slightly turned on ! Horrified by this, she quickly got out of the shower, trying to clear her imagination and think of other normal, everyday things. As she stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bathroom, drying herself, her gaze rested on her full tits and she made the connection in her mind - chicken.... breast..... chicken. I heard he suck in a breath real sharp, and I assumed I had hit a sensitive spot. I lingered a bit before I removed my right hand, and then slid it into her right back pocked, while leaving my left hand in her front left pocket.When I pulled the keys free, I rubbed my hand across her right butt cheek and gave it a little squeeze as I then pulled my right hand free. Without saying a word I scampered out to her car and grabbed another large box that had my wife's name on it.Once back inside, I. The jeans that she wore seemed to tighten at the knee all the way down to the calf and then barely meet at the top of the heels. Skinny jeans, the humans called them. She looked tall, despite the fact that he knew she wasn’t, and the tightness in the jeans showed off the slight curve of her hips. She’s breathtaking. He thought to himself, unable to contain the thought. It slipped passed his defenses and the words were so loud within him that for a second he could have sworn he said them out.