Sarah was the best at giving head. She knew just how to move her little mouth around the head of my cock as she rubbed her hands on the shaft. Somet...mes she even played with my balls. After a few years of head and hand jobs I decided that it was time to move on to better, more pleasurable things.Sarah was nine now and boy was she getting to be a little hottie. Even though she hadn't reached puberty yet she was filling out. She was getting tall, with long sexy legs. She was always outside,. "I have a good few hours before then so set about changing the sheets, tidying up a little, though the place is pretty clean and in order anyway. I head out to the pool for some laps to wake my body up then pop to the shops and buy some supplies, food, drink, a bikini. Taking a best guess at her, er, sizes.I get back and it's 10.45, not much to do but make final preparations and sit and wait. To pass the time as I wait, I message a friend Ara to let her know that Danielle from next door is on. I was eighteen and shesixteen. We had a fairly active sex life, nothing adventurous butenjoyable just the same. We married in 1963 when I was twenty one. Inever told her of my secret, much to my regret. We were fairly happyand I managed to dress up occasionally when she was out at work. I didshift work so was at home some days when she was working.When we had been married for fifteen years or so I plucked up courageand told her of my desires to dress. She allowed me to for a while butnever. Her unruly blond hair was pulled back in apony tail. She wore no makeup and her fingernails were a mess. She walked all around me. "Wow, you're pretty. I think I like you betteras a girl than I liked you as a boy. What's your name?" Peggy Sue." Wow, that's a good name. Can we be friends now?"Greta started coming over often. The next time she came over she wore askirt. She'd cleaned her hair and fingernails and she'd done somethingpretty to her eyes. We ran around through the woods and fields.