"No ... not really," I actually answered, somewhat ashamed with myself for even thinking such a thing with her being my father's girlfriend and all. I... was Saturday, and I hadn't really planned on going to visit any of the Universities until Monday, and one a bit further up the coast, which would necessitate a nearly full day's drive up and back later on during the week. "Thought I'd just go for a swim later," I then added once again catching myself looking across the table at Kathy's tits, her. Returningto the counter, she busied herself with cookies and her own coffee,because he liked watching her be domestic as well.From the table, Bob said, "Maddy, can I ask you a question?" Of course, Bob. I told you and Cyndi that I'm happy to answer anyquestions." Not a bad idea to remind him that he was married."Well...do you miss it? Any of it?" Miss what, Bob?" By now she had joined him at the table and was sippingher own coffee."You know...being a man. I mean, you gave up a lot when. I knew that if I leant forward even a tiny amount mystocking tops and garter straps would be in full view of everyone.Could anyone see the changes? There I was at school wearing aminiskirt, sexy stockings and boots fit for a hooker. And in a minute Iwould have to get up to leave class. Oh, and I was now wearing a blackbra underneath my white, semi transparent blouse. I really was sweatingall over but I forced myself to my feet as the bell rang. I wasrelieved to see that no-one seemed to take. "Slowly she removed her hand. I felt like working my jaw back and forth, but resisted the impulse."Why not?" she asked, suddenly."What?" You're a boy. A teenager. I'm sure you have lots of horny teenaged male friends. Most boys in your position couldn't show them around fast enough!" She peered at me. "So why didn't you?"The answer to that was that I was jealous as hell of those pictures. She was mine! And nobody else was about to see her like that.Of course I couldn't very well tell her.