Jane’s girls took special delight in dressing their sissy brother and loved to take him out to the mall and such places, dressed in pink frilly skir...s, where he learned to be humiliated. He was shown to the packs of small boys who knew the girls; they made it quite obvious to them that their petit and fluffy short haired sister was a boy. Sometimes the girls would take an audience of boys behind the mall and make their sissy lift his pink skirt and drop his panties; they would all have a good. .." she said."I want to make you feel good. Please?"She smile. "Our secret," she said, laying back down next to me.I nodded. I couldn't believe it! It was like 100 Christmas mornings all at once! I lifted her gown again and rubbed her gently, watching the expression change on her face as I pleasured her. Her vagina was warm and soft, the skin pliable and pleasant to play with. Touching her was like playing a sensitive instrument. I loved how her pubic hair felt under my fingertips as I rubbed. "We all know that a woman's eyes are, in fact, the most important part of a woman's figure, but their jugs and pussy seriously do put up some stiff competition, don't they, Heidi?" Haven asked.I nodded again and squeezed those melons as hard as I could. That got Skylar to bite down on her bottom lip hard, so I knew she paced herself, and that told me she legitimately loved the thrills I gave her in the sexiest way possible."We taught Heidi to deal with the hair down there too, Skylar, she knows. You kneel up to me and grab my waistband, pulling me to your awaiting lips. I steady myself by caressing your face as I fondle your cheeks, inching my fingertips to your wet lips. As I hold your hair back, we lock eyes, seeing the fiery passion that burns behind them. You tear into my belt and fondle your way into my waistband, feeling around for my bulge that has been teased all evening. You gasp with delight as I unveil my throbbing cock before you, pulsating like a beating heart. You take me.