A lot. I got lots of panties, bras, everything. It was nice, but not enough. One day I decided I needed to dress up under my boy clothes, I mean, it's...winter, who would notice a bra under a coat? So I got dolled up...I had white thigh high stockings, which caressed my freshly shaven legs and painted toes (I was able to shave, sadly unlike now) than ran just shy of my pink satin string thong bikini. I really love that style; so minimal, so SEXY. Up top, I had a c cup matching pushup bra. Then I. But that’s OK, isn’t it? I mean…Lakshmi wanted to.” “Oh of course it is, Alex. I told you I’m not angry or anything. I just want to know. I want to hear from you what you’ve done with my daughter. Now come sit here beside me and just talk to me about her lovely plump body. It’s all just fine, but if you want to do it some more, you need to let me know if you like her. I just like to hear it from you.”As I slowly moved over and sat on the sofa next to her she put her hand on my knee. It was. I pulled them off and threw them onto the floor to find a pair of pink panties that looked quite new. I admired it, sliding my fingers across her pussy over her panties before sliding them off and kissing her pussy right on the lips. She squirmed, then giggled.I took off my clothes while she watched, then laid down on top of her, my cock right around the opening of her vagina. I kissed her, grabbing the back of her head, pressing her harder into mine.Finally, I let go of her head and reached. Jonathan had started his own routine only days after the final install in Tracey's home. His system allowing him entry into her house with just his fingerprint that he had also programmed into the system. He would wait until well after the witching hour and the quiet little street was deep in slumber and as was Tracey. First on his agenda was drugging the freshly squeezed juice she prepared every night before she went to bed so that it was waiting for her in the fridge for consumption with her.