“Okay, yeah, sure on the reconstruction. Whatever.” She cleared her throat again. “This was very thoughtful of you, Siri, and, um ... appreciate....” Blushing, she added: “Please offer my thanks to Procurement for the ... um, thoughtfulness, too.”Siri again sounded amused. “Procurement noted your injured ankle. Can you walk?”“Barely,” she admitted, chagrined. “Am I always under observation?”“Inside the palace and surrounding areas yes. Please note that Procurement completed the long-range scan. First I developed a fetish for high heels, I liked the idea of wearing my mom's stilettos. I walked all home around and ended being mounted by Bruce. Then the stilettos weren't enough, I started using a bra (stuffed with some clothes), panties, and finally a blouse and skirt. I even started to use make up. I really looked like a girl (with short hair).I realized I could't be mounted by bruce wearing my mom's clothes. They would get the dog's smell, so I bought my own clothes. I got a pair of. I watched as the shirt rose above her flat stomach to reveil her beuatiful breasts, her face was flushed as she looked into my eyes, I was in awe as I drank in her beauty. You are fucking georgous I replied, she giggled and said ya think Dad! I reached out and ran my hands up her flat stomach to her firm breasts gently rubbing her nipples between my fingertips, she let out a sigh as I gently caressed her stomach and breasts. I then said what about the rest of you looking at her panties, oh I. I would no longer be a virgin after this weekend was over. We talked until 2:30 before she said she was going to sleep to try and get this week over with so we could have our special weekend. My birthday came with the pomp and circumstance that came with the usual birthday around my house. I really didn’t talk to Christy that much on the phone since that fateful night. For me the weekend seemed to take forever to get there but when it did I could hardly sleep the night before. I kept on.