Why would he have said that, unless he thought that Ericwas the sort of person who might actually like to be dressed as a womanand treated as a cheap ...hore?And just as importantly, why had Eric even taken the card? Or at least,not torn it up or thrown it away as soon as he had the chance? Why had hetaken it home with him? Why did he keep looking at it and wonderingwhether to use the email address on it?In the rational part of Eric's brain, there might have been good answersto all these. She made a move to slap my hand away but caught herself before she followed through, finally just standing there, letting me feel her up in front of my son. I grabbed the edge of her apron and tugged a bit to get her to move in front of me, which she did, still facing Dave head-on. I reached between her thighs, cupping her pussy lightly with my hand. I knew she was uncomfortable but I also knew that she would appreciate this in the end. With a little pressure on her inner thighs I coaxed her. My tongue started moving on it almost of its own volition." "Oh yeah Honey, that's it. Use your tongue on Daddy's cock. Do you like feeling Daddy's cock in your mouth?" My mouth was full, but I murmured a muffled "mmmm hmmm".I looked up at Daddy's face while his cock was in my mouth and he whispered, "I won't tell your mother we are doing this and you shouldn't tell her. Okay baby?" There was nothing to say with my mouth full of his cock. He said, "I won't fuck your face this time honey.. The bra was white with lacetrimmed cups that held the new breasts tightly, allowing them to forcemy own skin to rise above the cups for a natural cleavage. Pantyhosecame next, then the skirt. I went back into the bathroom and used thecurling iron and blow dryer to recreate my feminine hair style, brushingthe bangs over my eyes as I had been shown. The blouse was white, shortsleeved, with tuxedo pleats down the front. I left the top buttonundone, put in my only pair of gold hoop earrings, a.