With that I quickly turned red and walked shamely back to my room. I sat on my bed thinking of how horrible of a father I was for being a peeping tom ...o my own daughter. About an hour or so later, Angela knocked on my door. "come in" I said. She walked in in her pajamas and told me Stacy had to run home because her dad just got back from his tour in Iraq. I asked Stacy, "Did any of it have to do with me seeing you two?" Stacy Replied, "No not really, she actually was turned on by it." I was. No mentions had been made that insinuated that there was any local violence going on. They looked at each other, wondering just what had been going on in the area since their self-imposed solitude had begun.Bryan pulled his mind back to Sean, and his worry over his missing mother. "Any idea where she would have gone?" he asked, trying not to imply the worst. Sean shook his head."That's not the worst of it though," he said. "We have more immediate worries. Derek has been shot and he's bleeding. She was even more innocent looking as she spoke, like a little girl she was shy and looked at me sheepishly.We soon became friends, talking more often and hanging out occasionally in our spare time. Although our relationship remained friendly within the first few weeks I knew she caught me looking the times I snuck a peek at her little titties and round ass.One night we had been walking back to my place after class when it began to rain heavily. We made it back to my apartment but we were both. So there i was blonde wig straitned a silver dress with some sexy orange french nickers already soaked with cum that had been seeping out of my semi eract penis for the last hour or so and those hot pink strappy heels that fitted me like a glove and felt so comfy my make up had been expertly done and looking in the mirror i didnt recognise myself and actually felt and looked quite like a woman. the girls came out with me for a bit of morale support as i didnt get much from the boys we went all.