When I removed the paper gown I saw them for the first time. Small, but pert and perfect. Twin mounds that no boy ever had on his chest. I felt them w...ith my hand and they were soft and pliable, the nipples tender. I saw no scars or stitches until I pulled my panties on. My navel had two small stitches. But the biggest shock was that my waist seemed to be smaller, which was confirmed by the way the panties fit me. My hips seemed larger somehow, yet I had no idea how he did it. The skirt also fit. He drove carefully as the snow was just now melting. He arrived at the apartment complex where his young sissy boi lived. Barry paid the $860 monthly rent and also footed the bill for his former employee’s tuition at one of the local community colleges. He funded the money from a work account so his wife had no idea. He walked up to the studio apartment. He shivered slightly. He had grown up in Georgia and still wasn’t used to the New Jersey coldness even after living there for twenty years. He. I agreed to her request. And so we started kissing and touching each other. My hands were on her small firm breast as my mouth kissed her face and neck hotly. I stood up and pulled my shirt and slacks off, kicking my shoes off and pulling off my socks as I sat down again on the bed beside her. She watched me closely, and as I was about to pull my briefs off, she stopped me made me promise again not to unseal her. After I did, she went into the bathroom and came out ten minutes later in only a. She wanted to know truly how Mark felt. She wanted to know if this could be a regular occurrence between them, and not something she would have to trick him into every time. The only way to handle this was to just open up to him, literally and figuratively. Mark walked into the kitchen, dressed as if he were going out. It was a Friday evening around 8pm. Tina glanced up and down his body and recalled the hard muscles and harder cock that she knew was there. She thought she caught him eyeing.