Just a comfortablepair of slacks and a blouse, over a plain white bra and cottonpanties. A pair of socks and some low heeled flats completed my outfit...or the day out and I sat down at the vanity to apply a light coat ofmakeup.I never needed very much makeup as Holly. It seemed that the bodysuitwas perfect as it was, so just a bit of powder and a dab of light pinklipstick were all I really needed. Oh I knew that I would need quite abit more than that at work, but for daytime shopping and lunch,. "She looked at me with surprise. "But what about Daddy?" This is women's business. It is not the concern of your father."She collapsed into my arms and her voice softened. "Thanks, Mom." It was the nicest thing she had said to me for months. "God, please," I prayed. "This sin is on me. Not my daughter. If you must punish someone, punish me." You tell Lizzie," I said sternly, "that you were mistaken. You got your period. And never tell her anything different. And never, never tell anybody you. I positioned her on her knees over me and positioned myself on my knees between her thighs I pulled her down onto my fake cock and then pushed her back so her legs were bent under her while her back rested on the bed while I thrust into her the strap-on pressing into the top of her cunt. This left my hands free to roam over her soft sooth skin, my hand gliding through the slight sheen of sweat that made her skin glisten like sliver.My hands moulded her boobs, they were soft yet firm. I bent. She was probably around 28-30yrs old, good figure, slightly plump may be, was wearing designer saree of red-green combo and was partially exposing her whitish tummy btw hip and saree. The figure was mostly 38-28-38. Too sexy and curvy. My eyes were tempted to scan her as she started talking very intimidating about her husband health etc. I was like trying to control the urge but twice or thrice just scanned her in a hurry as it’s difficult to do that with the patient. Now I asked her to sit on.