Recently put in our care when her mother, my son's second wife, was declared unfit, she moved in with us. Her father, my only son travels, spending li...tle, if any time, at home, so, by default, she was ours.For the most part, Mickey, as I’ve always called her, hasn’t been overly difficult, considering her age and circumstances, but it hasn’t been an easy transition. Dealing with teenage females is never easy, especially since I hadn’t done so in years. She has a habit of running around the. She looked up at me nervously, our eyes locked for a while and than she was looking at my rude erection . She fondled it over my underwear, massaging it gently with her fingers and palm of her right hand , while her left hand circled my buttocks. She looked as though she was examining me, her mouth was only a inch away from my erection, she looked examined my underwear looking for something while gently massaging my erection. I wondered what she was doing, than suddenly she seemed to have found. That?s when she decided toadd something to give her at least some dignity. She found her blackpetticoat and put it on, hiding her bra, the black sheer blouse now onlyrevealing that nylon garment. The black skirt was tight, the petticoatagain preventing it clinging to and revealing her body. The black heeledboots were ludicrous and higher than anything she normally wore, sheimmediately decided that they were impractical for driving, finallydeciding to wear her flats whilst taking the boots with. I'm, like my brother, a student and a practitioner of the oldest human knowledge. There's nothing really evil in what we do, although our morality might not jibe with that you learned in Sunday school."She paused, as if expecting to say something. When I kept silent, she smiled and went on."You are a smart one... and such a pretty dream you had," Esther said, stroking my long hair (was there a hint of desire there?). "It almost makes we want to cast a spell and see what you were before, but I.