I see the real Miley startto smile from ear to ear when she notices that I just see what I amwearing.My mouth drops open seeing our reflection in the ...irror with the realMiley carrying the diaper bag over her shoulder with me holdinggrandmother's hand with my hair in pigtails. I am not wearing a girly teeshirt like the one I thought. I am wearing a little girl's dress that isso short you can almost see my plastic panties. I have matching lightpink ankle socks with the lace ruffles folded over. One is a woman and another is a much older man, possibly approaching retirement, and they both give me filthy looks and pretty much ignore me, getting in and out as quickly as possible. However, there is one particularly good looking young driver to whom I always offer a cup of tea. At first he was quite shy and I think he felt intimidated by this gorgeous young ‘tart’ flouncing about and flirting with him. But now, if he has a light schedule, he accepts and we have gotten to know each other a. The hordes of teenage girls were beginning to arrive. There was a swarm of them over at the food court waiting in line to get cinnamon buns. He could hear them giggling from forty feet away. One of them gave forth a shrill squeal that shot daggers through his brain. He sighed thinking it was going to be a long day.He headed over to the taco stand for a cup of coffee. The taco place sold a breakfast burrito and coffee first thing in the morning. He didn’t like the burrito, but prefered their. I was sort of in that twilight zone when I heard my bedroom door open very slowly. Ant called out to see if I was asleep. Being tired, I feigned sleep, thinking he would go on to bed and we could discuss his adventures in the morning. He couldn't tell that I was not fully asleep and crept quietly over to my bed. He knelt on the floor beside my bed and I could feel the warmth of his breath near my groin area. Then I felt his finger touch my cock ever so lightly. I had no idea what he was up to,.