When I dressed for school, I wrapped my chest in an Ace bandage toflatten my breasts and protect the sensitive nipples from the stifffabric of my boy ...lothes.My scrotum shriveled and atrophied, and my cock shrank. My hairbrushed out smooth, silky, and shiny. My skin tone lightened, and mybody hair became so wispy that I could barely pinch it in my fingers toyank it out. I struggled to complete ten repetitions with five-poundweights or twenty minutes on my mom's Life Cycle.My awkward phase. But more than just beauty, Jean had an aura of innocence that attracted men like flies. I had never been worried about him and Jean, of course. Jean was a lesbian, she was my lover, and she told me everything, literally everything. You see, it wasn’t just an aura … Jean really WAS innocent. But now, seeing this reaction in him, I decided to press on with my night of confession. I took a deep breath and continued. Jean and I had always been more than just sisters. We were best friends. We played. She ran her hands over my wide shoulders. She traced her long red finger nail on the back of my neck. She leaned down to breath in my ear. She moaned as she flashed me her smile. I could feel her corset touch my shoulders as she ran her fingers through my short hair. Next she ran her finger nails down my right arm to my hand. She giggled as she felt, I might be ticklish. I was trying with all my might not to pass out or have my erect cock burst my jeans.I heard Marc get off his bar stool. He. She unbuttoned her shirt and bra and immediately found herself pinching a nipple. Oh yeah she thought. She pulled on her nipple and pinched it hard leaning back on her office chair with one leg over the arm. She rubs her clit and was oblivious to the world around her. She moaned and needed to feel something in her.She pushed two fingers into dripping wet pussy. "Oh yesssss," she moaned. "Oh oh oh," she continued to moan as she begin to move her hips fucking her fingers. She had no idea that her.