I focused on the task at hand as I was familiar with the problem, B said it was the usual issue, had my tool bag and opened the cabinets under the sin... and ended up on my back lying on the floor addressing the drain. I got absorbed in that, B said she would be back. I was going over everything and didn't see a real problem when I saw two stocked feet to my right, I looked, what a sight..B had her long brown hair down, she had a short sun dress on that was like a mini-sun dress I could instantly. Standing up and looking at herself in the mirror again, the sight that she'd seen earlier suddenly wasn't depressing. It gave her hope.She looked like a slut, a whore, a sexual creature good for one thing and one thing only. But more than that, she looked like the absolute epitome of desireability. She was hot, and since most men were more interested in fucking horny teenaged girls than middle-aged cross-dressing men, the odds were in her favor.Her desire to be punished by a father figure, her. From the bedroom in his house, he could see when we were going out and he soon knew what I was wearing was a key signal also the times that I went out. That morning they had borrowed the scout’s uniforms as neither of them was a real scout and summoned up the courage to call on me and maybe get a sight of me close up and personal. Of course it came to light that one of them had seen me walk across the open kitchen door topless and then they’d been able to ‘see’ me in the reflection on the. Had a little dream about you and Noreen..." And she sort of arched her eyes and said, "Really? What was it?" "Tell you later tonight," I said. She could have shrugged it off or just laughed, but she said, "Oh, one of those kinds of dreams." She moved in closer, pressing herself against me. "You sure you want to wait to tell me til later?" Now, under most circumstances, I would have caved, but I wanted to see how far I could push it, so I knew I'd need a take or two in her, and it was still.