I removedmy blond wig and tried to get some sleep, too hyper so I started to havea story read to me, laid down and he did not call.I did pass out at s...me time and woke in time to watch Thursday NightFootball, and he still did not call. Finding another story and knowinghe would not call, I gave into the need, (it still works) and it didfeel good getting off.10/8/2021Donny called and asked, "what are you doing?"I said, "just watching 'Smackdown'."He said, "I would rather watch some porn."I said,. I was dubious but replied "sure, everything okay?" a minute later my phone beeped with news I really didn't want to read, "yeah, Phil came over, see you later".My body felt tense, my mind wandered, what was she doing in there with him? I could guess what he was over there for but she was meant to be on a date with me tonight. I couldn't leave it there, I had to text her again "Oh, I hope he doesn't ruin our special first date, what's he after?" as though it wasn't obvious. Ten minutes later I. She didn’t have to figure everything out for herself, as I had, and, indeed, was not as capable of that as I. She needed instruction, and I didn’t know where to turn for it. I expressed my concern over this to her one afternoon. ‘Mom . . .’ she said hesitantly. ‘Mom?’ ‘Yes, sweetheart. What is it?’ I encouraged. She paused and bit her lip, trying to get the words out. I sat silently, waiting. ‘Mom . . .’ Then it came out in a rush. ‘I don’t know if I want a tutor!’ ‘What?’ I said, stunned.. In the wardrobe there was also a selection of lovely high heels, fetishboots and pumps, which by some fortunate coincidence also happened to bein my size. I selected: a) a pair of black high-heeled pumps, b) a pair of pink 'fuck-me' high-heels, c) a pair of black patent-leather thigh-high boots, d) a pair of Ronald McDonald clown shoes,and slipped them on.By some fortunate coincidence, my: a) sister, b) mother, c) aunt, d) transvestite uncle,kept a selection of clip on earrings and trashy.