Her body, toned by sports, but not emaciated by ‘diet’, was enough to interest even those a bit out of her age group. Although she had rather mod...est breasts, which she made no effort whatsoever to enhance in her standard sports bras, the sight of her, with her hair pulled up at the back of her head, her taut ass encased in body hugging shorts, long smooth legs that went on for miles, with sweat coating her skin and soaking through her clothes was sufficient to drive the guys crazy with lust as. On the screen was a photograph of an attractive brunette, below which was an entry Fen had posted on her Facebook page some weeks before: “Today I remember with gratitude Claire Prebble, née Williams, my partner in life and love, who died on this day two years ago.” Elsewhere was another post with a photograph taken some fifteen years earlier. It showed Fen together with a taller, strikingly-featured woman (more handsome than pretty), who looked about the age Gemma was now. They stood side-on. His jaw was slick, lips slightly agape with soft breaths releasing in a slow manner, body of beguiling abs that felt delicious against her fingers and prized possession that she only could possess hidden under the fabric of the sheets. Running a long finger through her silky hair, she inwardly flushed at the replay of last night’s soul riveting and toe-curling love makin’, and ran a smooth finger along the divot of his muscle. Their orgasms had rippled through them both like stones skipping on. I think it might only have been mental, but I did feel morelike her.I went into Danielle's room, and we logged onto Crossdressers.com. Ihad gotten some more responses to my entries on the forum. Again,although there was a lot of support, people told me to stay away fromstealing other people's clothing. I replied that although the week hadbeen very hard, I had stayed away from other people's clothing unless itwas offered. I posted about how I felt much more comfortable this time,knowing that.