" Beckyasked, "What are you going to get him to wear then mum," "Everything agirl wears, from panties to dresses to bra's, stockings make up the lot,a...nd I will be taking him down to the hairdressers to have his hair permedand cut like a girls and his nails shaped and his eyebrows plucked, sothere is no mistake what sex he is." Becky laught, "I really hope it ishim mum, I know I shouldn't, but it would be so much fun to have ayounger sister."Well when we came home from shopping, everything. I had taught this subject to my squad so luckily I had some help. We held the classes in the tumbling area where there were mats on the ground to prevent real injuries.The way it worked was that my squad would do the teaching and I would oversee the classes. We had four squads at a time as students with my older girls acting in pairs as instructors. The elements of the training came naturally to the girls since they were all physically fit and accustomed to jumping, diving and tumbling. All. I bite my lip once more as I pinch my now solid nipple. I begin to pull my fingers up to my tongue, licking them before bringing them back down to my nipples. My wet fingers start circling the nipple, soaking them with my saliva as I let out a soft moan. I continue to play with my tits, teasing my pussy to the fullest extent. It yearns for attention. I choose not to obey its wishes and carry on pleasuring my chest, letting out soft moans. I close my eyes and imagine that I am the girl in the. She groaned and reached down to grab a fistful of my hair in her passion. I was sure to take notice of her scent and taste, as I had never experienced another woman’s sex before. It was sweet and a little sour too. It was intoxicating in a way that I now understood how some men love to do this. I lapped at her and inhaled deeply, making mental notes of this new sensation.I was light on technique but made up for it in enthusiasm. Despite my husband going down on me for years, I never really paid.