I booted up the computer and wandered over to the window while the machine whirled into action. I looked down at Veronica. From on high, her thighs we...e definitely plump and her hips generously spread in the lounger. I suppose the unexpected sight of Veronica in a bikini had prompted my wolf whistle. And that led me to ask myself: What on earth is going on with her? Why is she acting so out of character? She’s not menopausal. Been there, done that. It was a puzzle but I turned away and went to. " I went in for another quick passionate kiss. "Please."He leaned down and pressed his lips into mine again. Then he drew close,his hands pausing their assault and I could feel nothing aside from themovement of his cock between my legs, sliding along my slit. I couldfeel the tip gently parting my lips as he slid down and moved intoposition. I panted, clutching at his arms as I felt him pressing againstmy gates. It felt both natural and bizarre, an exposure I couldn'timagine and yet a yearning. So NEVERgo out in public dressed as a boy. That would almost certainly get peoplethinking. And gossiping. And you probably wouldn't feel comfortable ifthis happened. Nor would you feel so safe."As each day went by it felt more and more normal to be wearing dressesand stockings. Normal and natural. I don't mean that I didn't getsexually aroused any more. Oh no. It was necessary every morning andevery bedtime (and sometimes in between) to deal with a very hard cock.To gush into a glass and then. ******** I sat back in the armchair and watched the girls kiss; Cindy slowly stroked her niece’s cheek as Paige moved her hands around Cindy’s waist. It was slow, sexy and passionate.The girls were in a comfortable embrace as they continued exploring each other’s mouth. Their breasts were pressing warmly against each other through the thin veneer of their fabric tops while their soft moans and groans of pleasure slowly build.After what seemed like one long never-ending moment, Cindy broke the.