As summer time in Texas gets close I am always the happiest. As the mercury climbs higher the clothing becomes more scarce and well you know what i me...n. Now Trish is a red headed little gal who was always friendly but professional. We had spent some time at our old office going through old files and making preparation to move to our new office. The old building had many vacant offices and storage rooms. I was helping Trish move old filing cabinets and file boxes into a halllway to be. As they were standing a little further back fromthe table, it was possible for me to see their full, very impressive formsand feel a powerful and highly embarrassing sexual thrill.I also noticed that each of the three women wore a gleaming pink, rose-shaped broach over their left breasts."I am Lillian Stroheim," the older woman announced, beholding me with astern, soul crushing gaze. "And you are in the Pink Rose Sissy Day CareCentre."I looked at her in awe, amazement and utter terror. I moaned. She picked a moisturizer tube and suddenly looked down the hall and saw her Dad in his bedroom with the door opened doing push-ups in his boxers. She just started in awe at the beautiful sight of the well-defined male form. She just walked straight into his room and threw herself on his bed and tapped him on his back with her dainty feet. "Hey Dad..." 45...46...47...whatsup buttercup?" Hey Dad can you rub some of the moisturizer on me?" Sure thing honey." As he stood up he suddenly became very. ’ Hmmm. He says he likes chess, ballet, opera and symphony concerts. Her eyes glittered with merriment as she studied the track before wheeling back to Peter. The lilt of her laughter softened her words. ‘You a chess player – that’s hard to imagine,’ she said aloud. Jennifer, however, didn’t voice her thoughts. She’d always wanted to play chess but had no one to teach her. Right now, she found the wicked twinkle in Peter’s eyes intriguing. He just had to be too good to be true. There had to be.