Instead, she put my hand on her breast then took the other side of my cape in her other hand and elbowed my other hand free of the cape. She then hel...d the cape to shield what my hands were doing from the eyes of those pressing against us from every direction! Her tits were full, heavy round and wet. I took a breath and peeled the soaked fabric down and below her breasts, wondering if I was about to get caught or if she would scream. There were people by now pressed in against us on nearly. We didn't see each other nearly as much in the colder months, since my dad's job seemed to move us farther and farther from them every few years. But summer was our chance to catch up and talk about all kinds of stupid stuff. I just enjoyed spending time with her... even if she was a "girl". Over the years that closeness seemed to fade as we moved farther away and our families got together less frequently. From once every couple weeks it turned to once every couple months. Fall turned to winter. .but it shouldn't have been having the effect it was on me. My pusle was racing and my penis had gone from just slightly stirring toa full blown erection and was starting to drip profusely. This wasunnatural, unreal.....and yet amazingly exciting and a whole newexperience for me. Whatever it was that was taking control of my sensestold me to savor the moment regardless of how wrong it seemed to be. DidI harbour some hidden shoe or foot fetish? What was causing me to getturned on by my. . She tried pushing those thoughts from her mind, yet they lingered, always at the edge of consciousness, ready to flood back in and send her into recriminating self examination. For a few fleeting seconds, she had wanted him, wanted to know the taste of his lips, his mouth, his... She tried shaking her head as if to fling off the offending thoughts. But even as she busied herself with housework, errands and cooking, she realized that she had indeed felt a fascination, even a desire for....