But a few minutes later, she came back with some tissues and told me not to make a mess on the skirt, she even stroked my leg as she went out. I didn...’t think I would be able to cum but it was like a fountain, such a turn on, so horny and my sister had approved.For the rest of that summer, I dressed whether my sister was at home or not, she gave me help with my make up, if mother was working away, she would paint my nails for me to so I could spend as much time as her sister as I could.We never. Now the real action I have made her to sleep on bed and entered her slowly and her pussy was real tight and started moving in very slowly by giving stroke by stroke and she was moaning loudly like haaaa eaaaaa sssss aaaaaaa, but I slowly made her sounds low by kissing her and finally with a hard push it went inside and started fucking her while I was squeezing her both boobs and she moved her legs around me for the grip and tight action and we fucked like that in missionary style for some time. I knew I told her I would wear a bra all thetime. I guess she is making me do that since I complained my bras weretoo tight and I didn't like wearing them. They made me too self-conscious. She didn't care and told me the only way I will cure myFeminizer disease is to wear the clothing and be a woman 100% of thetime. She told me to get my bra on now and she never wants to see mewithout a bra on. Well, I guess I know my place. I guess she is right. Iwanted to cure myself and we would work. Was it a ballet leotard? Or a negligée? I wasn’t sure what it was. Except oozing sexiness - it was that. It was obviously displaying her availability. Her bare, toned legs perfectly straight, spread quite wide, high heels, the way that her knickers, or leotard, or whatever - it was was so narrow between her cheeks, her toned, tight cheeks, and the lithe body disappearing under up the slightly loose net ... Charlie put a long finger on my chin and turned my head, looked at me, her eyes really.