He was starting to shake and could notmanage to close the button of the skirt which in addition was the wrongway around."Come here, I'll help you. You... will learn to button up this way in notime! Oh, it is a perfect fit. How do you like your first own skirt?" Mom, please stop it, I will be nice and never ever do it again!" He waspleading."Young lady, this is certainly not the end but the beginning; justenjoy!" Mom, please. I'm not a girl!" I'm not so sure about that," answered his mother. "You. Others lie and say they’ve no problem with it, when they really do. I don’t want that to happen again, not with a guy… a guy like you…that I really really like.” I looked at her for a long moment. “What an odd thing to say,“ I commented. “Look at yourself. You’re a walking perfection of the female anatomy. You carry yourself unaware of the symphony that plays all around you with every step you take. You can have any man you want. Any. So how could any man think he has the right to. “So what you got on under the dress Emily?” I said jokingly but serious at the same time, she laughed and started to undo the buttons starting at the top in a very teasing way, already I could feel my boxers starting to swell. After 3 buttons it was obvious she had no bra on as her flat chest and stiff nipples became exposed, 3 more buttons and her dress flung open exposing her soft skin and small white panties, my eyes were exploring her private place clad in tiny white fabric with visible. The horses were tired and both riders were exhilarated by the chase. Alya slipped off of her horse with a grin, “I win!” Talan shook his head, “You cheated by coming in here, there’s not enough room to overtake you.” She stuck her tongue out at him and laughed, “Can’t handle being beaten by a girl?” “Alya… I’ve known you long enough to realise that there’s no shame in being beaten by you,” he replied, “You often use magic to cheat.” She gave him a mock-shocked look, “I would never stoop to.