"Well a couple of days after you were here Istupidly got dressed up in Graces things." There was a sigh. "Well whileI was dressed we had a visitor, yo... know Amanda, the woman George hasbeen seeing." I stopped."Yeah go on." "Well she caught me here all dressed, so you can imagine what she wouldhave done if she thought I was a guy dressing up in women's clothes andlooking after a child."She interrupted, "Surely there was another way." Can you think of a good explanation, anyway I tricked her, she. -After catching him I’d look straight into his eyes and give him a little smirk-Wear almost sheer skin tight leggings with no panties or thong to catch him looking at my ass-Each time I caught him I’d again make eye contact do the same smirk-He even apologized and told me he’s so sorry he didn’t mean to be inappropriate (ie look down my shirt or check out my ass) -I’d always respond with it’s okay Hunny it happens don’t dwell on it and laughAfter a month or two of that I started doing the. “Ha!” he said. “You can’t go now.”“Oh, yes, I can,” I said. “Just give me your coat.”“Oh, no,” he said. “It’s ugly out there. And you’re lovely in here. Look at you.”“I can make it.”“No, listen to that chilly wind. You can hear the brr.”“That’s not you huffing and puffing like a hungry wolf?”He growled playfully, but his hands were back on my breasts, his lips back on mine.“Delicious lips,” he said before attacking them again.There. His hands. On my lap again. Under the dress. Under the. " Okay mother."I was up at seven, and after a shower and a shave, I got dressed, starting with the gaff. I had worn it every day since Beth gave it to me, and I was now quite comfortable with it on. Mom had told me dress casual, so I wore a short skirt and a blouse that buttoned up the front, flats, and no makeup other than thin foundation and lipstick. My hair was now long enough, so I pulled it back into a ponytail, added some perfume, and went to the kitchen. Mom and I had breakfast, .