His relaxed face moved into a smile. "Do comatose patients smile?" asked SHE."How would I know? I've had an old man die on me, but no comas." Really? ...hat must have freaked you out." It was one of the few times I wanted out of the business because I spent ten minutes erasing myself from the place, even cleaning off his still hard dick so as not to be identified as being there. I fucking rifled through his belongings, grabbing his money, I mean all of it because what good was it to him? Luckily. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Some people got out, and some got on. As the space was unloaded, those hands between my legs gently pulled me back towards one corner…I was surprised that no one could see it. However, I soon realized that my coat and bag were helping to shield me from any detection. The hands lifted up again my long skirt from behind and continued their assault on my pussy. The fingers were also returning to my ass. Then I smiled to myself and gently eased the zipper. “Ty, are you ready for this?” “Sure.” “Cool. What part do you want, the dishes or the appliances?” “Um, not the dishes.” “Okay, I’ll do that if you will get the fryer, microwave, toaster, stove and all but this countertop. Oh, and the cabinet fronts if you get the chance. The cleaning supplies are under the sink.” “You want me to take the trash out too?” “That would be great. Thanks.” “Don’t mention it.” We both roll our sleeves up and get to work. My first order of business is to rearrange the. "What is that?" she asked, pulling away from me."It's a camisole" I said sheepishly."So you're wearing girls clothes right now..." Yes" I replied."Well I want to see you in your girl's clothes, if you're going to bemy daughter, I want to see my daughter." Ok, well I don't want to get all dressed up but I'll be right back" Isaid, scampering away. I went up my room and put on my favorite pinkboyshort panties and pink bra, then put on a pink camisole and pinkpolyester pajama pants. It was the.