Her lips were thick and moist; her body was shaped well, with a firm ass and c-cup breasts. She was still wearing her pajamas when Jack grabbed her, a...loose top barely covering her beautiful, succulent breasts, and tight bottoms that left nothing to the imagination. Jack flung the bathroom door open and held Emily with his hands. Emily stared at him with her big blue eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinking Jack, I forgot.” She was holding back tears as best she could, but her make-up was. I was definitely having unfatherly thoughts about my little princess. I also knew that she would be catching the eyes of most red-blooded males that would be out today. I know I’ve spotted younger girls out and admired and once or twice fantasised about those tight little bodies.Once she had gone, I went out to the garden and with the sun already beating down I switched on a Best of British playlist on Spotify and got to work. Within 2 hours most of the hard graft had been done, grass had been. Like a girl planning her big career move, I started thinking about all the cute little matching bras and panties and garter belts I would have to buy to be a tranny whore boy again. Sherry's bras wouldn't fit me and a good whore has matching bras and panties. Plus I would need lots of stockings and garter belts and some cute, girly-looking short-shorts and spaghetti-string tops. I started getting giddy with excitement, thinking about all the pleasure I was about to have. And it was all because. She gave me another sweet smile when I said 'Absolutely!' I dropped her off and followed the routine. She opened the backdoor and led me into her room. 'Be very quiet because I said I was going to bed' (true!) We kissed passionately and she put her hand between my legs. 'I can make you cum!' 'Let me make you cum first' I responded. 'Okay but you hurt me last time' 'I will be really careful'. With that I unhooked her bra and caressed her soft but firm tits. I gently drew circles on her.