As I returned home and pulling into my driveway I could see a package had been delivered to my front door. With my shopping now put away I brought the...package in and opened it. It contained very nice undergarments, lacy garter belt with a beautiful thong with its very narrow strip of material, lace top sheer stockings and beautiful bra in white, all of them so sheer you could see right through them. I began wondering who it was that likes these kinds of things and how good they would look on. Unfortunately, my Gad didn't live to see it, although we try to do everything we can for Mom nowadays. She lives with my sister Mary, a designer, in Chicago.But with my background, I feel as though I've had to pull twice as hard at every rung on that proverbial ladder. It's like I'm expected to fail, and there never seems to be a shortage of rivals, foes, or mean spirited busybodies eager to catch me in a slip-up. I know a great many people view my success as a product of special treatment. It was during this period that I bumped into Marie Colville. She was thedaughter -or so I thought- of the man whose body I now inhabit, EdwardColville. Edward had suffered a severe stroke some years back, and wasnow in the last stages of Alzheimer's disease, unable to do anything. AndI mean anything. He had been with us for a couple of months, and wouldstay with us until the end. Marie was in her mid-forties, attractive in acareworn way, and quite pleasant. She visited most days."Could you pop. ..’I lead him by the hand towards the back of the shop...I let him take off my blouse – and I began kissing her breasts still beautiful and pert, with succulent nipples, I arched to his touches sucking and tonging them.I still maintained that I would end this before it went too far, I felt my determination melting with my desire...I let him rub me now and even helped him with the buttons. I saw his penis, rearing, very big and extraordinary to see considering my circumstances just five minutes.