He'd be in them all day, and I remembered when he was living with me howthat was always his biggest gripe.Mother interrupted my chain of thought. "Sur...ly you didn't want him inyour best frock?"I told her that was true. But at the same time, as I mentioned before, Ijust felt the need to get a grip on this man."He was so obviously embarrassed, and I was so angry," I continued, "thatI did keep him in the frock for a while. I am a firm believer in thatprinciple; you know the one, where your child. Sarah was closer to seventy-five but she really took good care of herself. I had seen her out riding her bicycle, weeding her flower garden, and in nice clothes.I asked, “What brings to down this far?”Sarah replied, “No one ever comes down here and I can skinny dip without getting caught.” She thought that over and added, “Until you moved in, that is.”I said, “My offer still stands. Come out and I’ll give you a ride to shore.”Sarah asked, “You really have pictures of me already?”I replied,. I still remember it so vividly. She was wearing a knee length jean skirt, a sensible shirt and had her hair down. She immediately recognized me and an electrifying smile lit up her face. We hugged each other tightly. Even though this was the first time we had met in person, it was like we had known each other our whole lives. Every feeling of nervousness I had was immediately gone and we settled in nicely.Over breakfast we talked about my transition down here and about where I was living,. The fun started when she began having weekend sleepovers the summer after her 12th birthday, and the house was filled with squealing girls in frilly pj’s or tiny nighties. I was in an almost constant state of sexual arousal as they ran around jiggling and displaying their multitude of under-aged charms.One Sunday afternoon after the three guests had finally departed with more squeals, and my stupid cock had relaxed a bit, she came into my room and stood beside me, wearing nothing but a school.