As I turned to go into the bathroom, I noticed that Sharon's bedroom door was open.She was late forties, I guess. Not the best looking woman but not ...oo shabby at all. Big boobs, big hips and a dirty mind - juding from the jokes she told me.I knew she was in the kitchen, so I curiously crept into her room. On the bed was a bag of clean washing, presumably taken out of the dryer ready to put away.I had to have a little look in the bag, and soon found a bra and matching knickers set, and a few. Then the door from the kitchen opened and my father came in."Who the hell are you and what do you want in my garage?" he shouted ashe turned on the light. I had never been so busted. It took a good tenseconds before he recognized me."You...what the hell are you doing in a dress you little pervert?"I knew my mouth was working but nothing came out. He slapped my faceknocking me to the floor. I stood up and started to cry."Don't give me any waterworks you dammed queer, just get the hell outof. He realised this was just about the only grown-up thing he was allowed todo these days - but even then the bathroom door had to remain wide open.He was allowed no privacy, and his principal task in the shower apartfrom washing himself, was to make sure that his body was completelyhairless with his ladies' razor . Most of this had been already achievedafter a dozen or so lengthy and expensive sessions of laser electrolysisat the local beauty parlour. But each morning he had to present himselfto. For obvious reasons we were in the furs as soon as the sun set. Daro and Rayta were sleeping in their same place, but my mates and I were inside the new hut tonight. It hadn't been my idea, but I didn't bother to inquire about things.Kalie was right beside me when I lay down and I gave her half an hour of kissing, fondling, nipping, licking, and sucking. I finished up by licking her pussy until she exploded and then moved on to play with presents I'd already opened.The next day was more of the.