"Come with me, dear," she said. "Remember you're in heels. You can't walk like a man. You have to take dainty, mincing little steps. And wriggle your ...hips like youdid when you played dress up in my clothes. It's easier that way. You did it once before. It should come back to you with a little practice. Hold your purse like a woman. And be sure to curtsey and say thank you when people put candy in it."I was in a daze as mother gave me the purse and led me outdoors. All of a sudden it dawned on. .. ? And she left a particularly salacious thought die uncompleted. She pulled on a long t-shirt and flimsy, short pajama bottoms and went to his room. She was surprised to see that he was still kneeling in prayer. She waited at the slightly ajar door until her uncle arose from his kneeling position and then she knocked on it gently.Startled by the sound Jim turned and as he did his thick, erect penis projected out lewdly from the gap in his pajamas."Cindy? Oh! You surprised me," he said in a. The older one bent forward, and grabbed hold of the front of my dress; he yanked the top of my dress down. I screamed at him to stop it, a hand was put over my mouth again to keep me quite. One of the buttons popped off the top of my dress as he pulled it apart. He opened the front of my dress wide enough, so that my small breasts were fully exposed. I think he was disappointed that my breasts were not bigger, most thirteen year old girls don't have a lot of breast and I was no exception, a. To this she added a nice rack and ass. And she was the class/batch/university topper, the favorite of the professors.Problem was, she had another quality, one which made the church mothers happy and the local guys as pissed as can be. she was a prude, and paraded her views on feminity, morality and other stuff like a parade. She dressed like secretaries in 60s, refuesed to party or hang out at any of the 'loose' places, which for her included discos, bars and the like. And she made it a point.