I had visions of jail floating before my eyes as I waited. The 5 W's, what, who, where, when, why? I just about fainted when I saw her smile. I wasn't...going to jail. So.Of all the things that could have come up this was the last, by a country mile. A new student was joining my class. A student with a difference. The jury was still out on whether 'she' was a boy or girl. The doctor's couldn't make up their minds and the Army's 'don't ask, don't say' didn't help. 'She' dressed as a girl, did girl. "Robert stood quickly, adjusting his erection in his slacks, cursing himself for not having time to change into his own pajamas. It was much more fun when the fantasy felt completely true.Right, he smirked. The fantasy of fucking my own daughter, a daughter I don't have, played by a nineteen year-old stripper named Candy Apples. That's pretty accurate, he laughed.Nonetheless, twitching with excitement, he walked down the hall, cock leading the way, and knocked on the door to his wife's. I fumble as I work the key into the lock. Finally, with a good dealof pressure, the key turns. The door opens with a creak into a dimly lit stairwellwhich descends into darkness. My heels click and clack on the stone steps asI wobble down on feet unfamiliar with descending stair in really high heels. It is pitch black at the base of the stairs. I runmy hands along the wall in search of a light switch in the usual place. Noluck. Suddenly, a very low wattage fluorescent light palely flickers to. " she said, turning and going back.He poked around a little more, his eyes moving to the rack of video tapes. One caught his eyes. It said "Allyson-Jeff-Paige" on the cover. He picked it up and went over to the video machine.Phil led them down the stairs to the finished basement that served as his bedroom. Cheap couches and chairs lined much of the walls. He pushed on one of the couches, made of fake leather, and the back slipped down and turned it into a foldout double bed.Andy'll be here in a.