Then I reach down and gather you up into my arms, and carry you across the room. I tell you to close your eyes as I lay you on your back on the grass ...at the covers the stone floor. I leave you alone for just a moment. But then I return. In my hand is a long stem red ginger flower. It beautiful and fragrant blossom firm and long. Little soft spikes poke out all over the head. I take the flower and gently touch your face. I swirl it around. Let it drift slowly and gently across your lips. Move. The only way I could express my girly side was through playing on the phone and all alone. I loved dressing up a few times a week. I collected sexy underwear from ex-girlfriends who left stuff behind, and from a few rare shopping trips where I built up the nerve to buy things for myself. After a few years, I had some really hot lingerie and clothes. I had a little collection of thongs, bras, stockings, shoes, skirts. I bought my own makeup and learned how to put it on. I bought a wig, and. Now Vince knew about anal sex, he had seen pictures in magazines. He knelt down behind her and pushed her half slip up to her waist. Just like the pictures he had seen in the magazines, Kathy had applied makeup to her little pucker and the area around it so there was no brown colouring, just flesh tone.Vince used one hand to place the head of his cock that was already glistening with pre-cum at the entrance to her butt."Put it in me," she begged.The moment his head touched her anus she let out. I noticed she was wearing the panties that I found in my underwear this morning. The rest of my daughter's clothes lay in a pile, next to her bed. Heather clicked around on the keyboard for a bit. Then I heard our video from last night begin playing. So you DO like something besides my tits, I heard again. Heather lay my laptop on the bed next to her. She watched the video intently while rubbing her hand over her breasts, gently caressing them. I heard, Now, don't be shy, when Heather pulled.