She was lightly tanned all over, and her skin was flawless. Her flesh glowed as only young flesh can, and she obviously was into aerobics or something... her body being taut and trim, yet still soft and feminine. Her breasts were spectacular, firm and shapely, needing no support, she passed the pencil test hands down. Her nipples, elongated and rock-hard now, were what is known in the tit world as ‘puffies’. I would have killed for her tits!Her flat tummy was interrupted by the cutest little. She would get all of her "tools" and bottles ready, set themon the table, and begin to make her hands and feet beautiful..."sigh".Before this I noticed what she was doing, but around this time I startedto watch as she shaped her nails, and then applied polish which madethem shine like jewels. Well, it wasn?t long before mom noticed mewatching, and she began making a show of holding out her hands andstretching out her feet to admire her handiwork (no pun intended), andto ask me if I liked how. I did show her where more food and medicine was stored. I also showed her, by touch, how to use the intercom to reach cousin next door.One problem with the goggles was going to be boredom, as she could not read anything. I gave her an ipod with some audio books on it, but I admitted that she was going to be inconvenienced. She also wanted to talk about what she did, was I sure she squirted? She wanted to read about it, but that wasn’t going to happen yet. The two times with me were firsts for. I was just about to ask Bridget who the otherFrench Maid was when I woke up.On the following weekend's shopping trip I found myself going shoppingwith all three of my girls. We had been to the pub for lunch and I donot recall what happened exactly that afternoon save that picked a veganoption and I wound up with as many pairs of high heels as my girls. Irecall there was some mention of how horsemen were wearing high heels andsome sort of challenge to my masculinity along the lines of "Real.