I thought he was the man, had his own car, always had cash and a big chunk of hash or bag of weed. We got on well and one friday he asked if I wanted ...o go for a smoke with him at some point over the weekend. Never one to turn down a smoke, I agreed, enthusiastically. We settled on Saturday evening and headed off. Instead of going to the beach, or forest we drove to a big private car park which a ring of lock up garages that were once used by nearby apartments but where now leased privately by. I began to sweat as my panic turned into blind fear as Karen’s footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs.?Oh no you don’t,? Karen yelled as she raced across the bedroom to grab the keys, which by now were only inches from my reach!?Don’t worry my dear, I already know about your little perverted, Damsel in distress fantasies. I knew it was only a matter of time until I caught you and boy I have I caught you!? Karen then went on to explain that she hadn’t time to discuss the situation right. Thus I would be compelled to savour Cleo's delightful concentrated bodily fragrances whenever she went out dressed as a western woman.If anybody looked closely at Cleo's panties and knew what to look for, they might have seen the vague outline my face and lips faintly visible under her panties. More likely though, they would have mistaken me for her swollen clitty and love lips. Either way I was not perturbed. I knew that whenever I appeared at the threshold of Cleo's sex, the soft silky. "Say, do you want to watch the football squad practice afterschool?" said Lana."Sure," said Claire, "but I didn't think you were interestedin football." Oh, I'm not," said Lana, "but I am interested in how thosecute little butts look in their tight uniforms."Much later, back at the Kent home, Claire filled Ma Kent in on what her day had been like. Once it would have been her Dad she told this stuff, but one aspect of her transformationshe really liked was how it had made she and her mother.