I must confess my life is a mess. But I am blessed to wear my sister’s red dress. Fantasizing about her t*** and a** which I want to caress. She thinks I’m a jest, and even a pest, which she detests, but nevertheless, I won’t rest, until I press against those big beautiful breasts.

Even if my d*** remains an uninvited guest, I guess it’s just a test. I can’t get too stressed. Perhaps in the morning before she gets dressed, that time might be the best, to see her chest. And I’ll have to carefully assess, if perhaps I could molest.

If she will express distress, and protests, I will suggest she stops acting so possessed, and not to contest. I will request her to get some bedrest. Then when she’s asleep I will go on a quest to secretly undress.

I know I’m obsessed. A lot of time on her I invest. My mind is messed. But I digress. Seriously, if you saw her bosom you’d be impressed. It is the best. It’s where my face wants to nest.

Well if all fails I will head West, with my gun and bulletproof vest, while avoiding arrest.

Sincerely
Celeste