Through the stretched out fabric on the tights, you could just barely see my pink colored toe-nails. No one close to me knew of my secret love of anyt...hing womanly. Like so many before me, I was in the closet, afraid to show my true self to others. However, just like Jen, I shared a love for women’s clothing. Just like Jen, I played the girl when having a choice playing games. Just like Jen, the desire was there at a young age. Just like Jen, countless buy and purge cycles. I was just like Jen.. After some time i too went to sleep rather pretended sleeping and put my legs on her leg she didn’t move away..after that i gathered some courage and put my hand on her round big boobs as if it was just an accident in sleep and waited for her reaction…she was sleeping and did not respond so i got some more courage and rubbed my hand on her boobs and belly…it was all for that night…in the morning everything was as usual and the day passed by though in the mean time she gave some mischievous. He was divorced. His ex wife had left them both, husband and daughter, to live with a fucking lowlife Accountant, the same fucking lowlife that used to handle their taxes. Well now he was handling his ex and not the taxes. Willow’s mother decided the girl was too much of a burden so she not to subtly abandoned her also. For the last three years father and daughter were a team, paired to each other by kinship, circumstance and the failed family life. In that time Willow suffered through the twin. Me: Tum terrace pe chalo yahan aise nahi manogi.Then I took her hands and use pakad ke terrace pe le gaya. Wahan par kya mast hawa chal rahi thi. Uska t-shirt udne laga, uski julfe hawa mein lehra rahi thi. Uski woh gori gori tange. Kasam se man to kiya wahi uske kapde faad ke chodne lagu.Fir uske paas gaya woh use pakad liya. Uske aankho mein dekhne laga. Aur kareeb aa gaya uske. Fir uske lips par apne lips rakha aur smooch karne laga. Woh bhi mera saath dene lagi. Uske hontho ko choosne laga.