"Shall we startto make you a girl, darling?" "Oh yeth pleathe." His bottom felt cold,bare, and he felt a delicious phallic insert making his bottom fu...l andecstatic with feelings of sexual warmth and rosiness. It was so lovely,being a girl. And ohhhhhhhhhh, he was being allowed to make love to thebeautiful dress in front of him. Blissful feelings, rising inside theyellow dress with the white square collar. His bonnet rose up under alittle girly dress... a dress with white petticoats sewn into. I have to protect their financial future."When I was found guilty and put in prison, the assets I had left were sold to pay off my debts. I had the remainder given to my daughters and also in an equity account for my lawyer and court fees. The girls got about a half million dollars each. After my death they will be given the numbers of the special accounts I had set up for them." So you figure they come here to see you because you gave them money? I don't think so, Moose. Even though you aren't. She had been married and divorced and was always in on and off relationships. She lived with her 7 year old son in an apartment in a house.I was an avid motor bike rider at the time and needed a place to keep my bike after my Grandmother died, and the house was sold. She let me keep my bike in the garage where she parked her car.Anyway we started getting closer and closer. I was spending a lot of time with the two of them. Being 19 and horney I started getting attractions towards her. When I. In her early seventies, she is the typical appearing grandmother in that everyone on the block is her family and grandc***dren, real or not in their blood ties to her. In her hands she holds a small basket covered with a towel, bread rolls by the smell of them.“I made these for you as I know you love them so much…oh my!”Seeing the ring on Samantha’s finger, she smiles knowingly and in true delight.Putting the basket on the table she took up both of our hands and covered them with her own then.