“Look at your bottom, Chris, it’s so girly in your knickers and I think you should be honest with me, don’t you? Tell me that you’re a sissy a...nd want to dress in lingerie, for me, like a good girl! Go on and I’ll let you look up my skirt at my panties! Don’t be shy, just us girls here and I won’t tell a soul about your kinky fetish! You do want to be my little sissy, don’t you, Chris? You do want to be dressed in the most frilly of lingerie and dresses, dripping with lace and made from the. I drove the car out and we started moving the boxes out of the top of the garage that were going for rubbish. It was as I thought there was dust everywhere, as John was moving the last few out, I went back in the house and got him a couple of cans of beer. Deliberately letting my top get splashed with water as I washed my hands knowing it would stick to my boobs, I had seen John trying to get a peek of them as he had been passing the boxes down. Both dusty and dirty we sat back in the garden,. Ididn't answer. Jessica took note."Did you ever ask her about any of her boyfriends? What they werelike? Whether they fucked often? How well they fucked? How oftenthey brought her off? Anything?" No. Nothing." Why not? You weren't interested in improving your lovemaking?" She'd suggest things. I'd try them." But you didn't want to know how she knew? You didn't want to knowwhich men were better than you? Be honest now."Her questions were reaching deep into forbidden areas, places. She’s a little taller than me. Her breasts are only about a 28 B cup, but she is a little more slender than me. She has long, light brown hair, brown eyes and very tan. Somehow we wind up driving back to my place in my car and Candy is now in your lap. I glance over and see you guys kissing. Seeing me out of the corner of my eye, your hand reaches over to my lap and you begin to caress the inside of my upper thigh while Candy is still kissing you. Luckily, we make it to my place before I run.