I'm sure that my parentswouldn't approve, as my dad would surely not want boys to be seeingunder the hemline of my skirt...too bad I do. At this, gig...led.Turning to face my reflection, I couldn't help but focus on that naggingfeeling that something was wrong. What would be wrong, though? My facewas still gorgeous, my tits were still huge, I still had that hourglassfigure that most other girls craved, and I still had my long, wavyblonde hair. I stared into my adorable blue eyes, and looking. . . at 7:00 I awoke Britt and Elizabeth, when she was here. The girlsthen all participated in my dressing for the day. My lingerie was fairlyset. The black bra was sometimes substituted for a tight fitting, all-in-one girdle. Otherwise I wore a tight half panty girdle. My crotcharea had to be totally feminine shaped at all times. Sometimes theyallowed me other colour stockings than black, but as most maids wearblack that's what I normally wore. I had to wear a thickly bouffantedpetticoat under. Ronnie advanced one slow step at a time. “Everything's going to be all right,” she said. “Let me help.” Boyd made a wailing sound. “I know,” Ronnie said. “What happened isn't your fault. But you don't want to bring Sandra into this. You don't want to hurt Mei.” Where was Mei? Ronnie pushed the thought aside. There was no time. “Look at your girl, Boyd,” she said. The baby giggled and squirmed happily in Boyd’s arms. “You don't want her in this, do you?” Ronnie held her arms out, “I'll keep her. Hands roaming over each others bodies, pulling each other closer she feels his hand trail down her stomach to her pussy. Her hips automatically tilt up as he slides his hand over her, pushing his fingers between her lips as his lips find her nipple. Moaning softly he rubs her clit slightly, feeling that she is already wet she feels his finger drift down over her hole. Moving against his hand she helps place his fingers inside her, sliding them in and out a few times she already starts to let.