My mother was a ballerina, and my father, a musician. A tango musician, actually.”“What did he play?”“The bandoneon,” Clara said. “A type ...f accordion. Very difficult to play.”“Is that what you have over in the living room?” I asked, remembering the splayed instrument on her server.“Yes! That was his personal instrument.”“So you got the dancing from your mom,” I asked, “and music from him? Or did he dance, too?”“No, he definitely could not dance. He had polio when he was young and needed a cane. The downstairs area is also where we keep all of the fishing gear.As I came down the stairs I heard the shower running, as I got closer I could tell that she had not closed the door to the bathroom. Amy has an awesome body and I’ve always wanted to see her naked and today was my lucky day. As I stood there just watching her my dick began to grow suddenly she turned the shower off and I thought I was busted but she acted like she didn’t see me.When she walked out of the bathroom I was putting. *I make sure that he checks my dating ads online for me, and relay the requests for dates to me, as my secretary. *I recently made him throw his guy jeans away, and now he wears girls jeans only.*I have taught him to walk in four-inch heels. He now has ankle ,and knee high boots that he wears at my request.*At home at night, he wears a denim or leather mini skirt and a long blonde wig for me.*When I am out on a date, he must be butt-plugged and a stainless steel cock cage is locked on him to. I laughed, trying to shrug off the fact that she was trying to say that she wanted it right now with me. ‘Well, should I find someone for you?’ I asked. ‘Pull off, onto the park trail.’ My heart didn’t know what to do, believe me, I love sex but to have it with this gorgeous girl sitting next to me would seem like I was doing it with a family member. But, being the dick-driven guy I am. I pulled off into an old abandoned road that led to an even older recreational park. She clicked off her.