"I'm good, Mom. I'm really good."She smiled back at me, then turned her attention back to the road. I few minutes later, she spoke again. "They're pre...ty girls, aren't they?" Yeah, they are." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, but she still had her eyes on the road. The way she said that made me think she suspected something. Her next words confirmed it."I can tell you have a ... unique ... relationship with them. Whatever happens in your future, you make sure to treat them both. I figured if she is that interested in cross-dressing; I wanted to let her know how a crossdresser feels. The morepeople know and understand us, the better it is for all of us cross-dressers.Next thing she wanted to know was, if I had any pictures of myselfdressed, because she was curious about how I might look all done up. Ireached for my wallet and took out my ID card for the support group andanother picture I carry with me. I mentioned that when driving dressed,if I should get pulled over, I. It’s a goodly way from here.’ He pointed vaguely off to their left. After fifteen minutes of walking, Vala could smell wood smoke and cooking meat. A few minutes later she could see signs of building through the trees. They emerged into a clearing surrounded by over a dozen small cottages. Off to one side were several large wagons and huge piles of cut logs. At the far end of the clearing Vala could see a long, low open sided building on the shore of a small pond and she could hear the sound of. My father told her she looked very sexy dancing the way she was making her giggle. He asked her if she wanted to be shown how to dance really sexy. She giggled again and nodded and I frowned ... we had work to do. Ken stood up. Now Grand dad is 72, six feet tall, wiry and muscled in a rangy sort of way. His hair had thinned to give him a monkish look and his bald pate was shining. I like him a lot ; he was good fun, but fun wasn’t in my mind because I could see a tented bulge in his pants. Had.