I figured that it was probably my uncle leaving again. I dropped my towel and dove into the water. When I turned around my uncle was standing by the p...ol. He said see I told you it would feel good. He turned and went back into the house. I swam around and then decided to jump of the diving board. I got out, climbed the ladder and dove in head first. He came out in his bathing suit. He looked hot, his muscles were hard and he had a nice six pack stomach. My nipples grew hard again and I could. He couldn't leave the house without his makeup on. The thought wassomewhat strange, but it seemed perfectly normal at the same time.Tom barely even considered the oddity of the fact as he sat down at themakeup table and began to apply the cosmetics. It was so easy, as thoughhe had been doing do for years. And once Tom was done, he nodded insatisfaction."I can't believe I just did that," Tom muttered to himself, though hewasn't quite as bothered by the fact as he thought he was.Suddenly another. Given the situation they found themselves in, Cathy saw this new development as her duty, an outlook fully endorsed by her mother.Rufus was a thirty-five year old bachelor who lived on a smallholding, and prided himself on the fact that he lived a fully self-sustainable existence. Apart from the livestock that he owned, he also grew an abundance of vegetables and fruit. Although most of the men in the area were rough looking, Rufus topped the scales in that regard. The great irony was that. My partner made an entrance. Her dress matched my tie ... exactly. Her hair was up and fine ... My brain said... Where is Grace?The vision that tripped lightly down the stairs wore Cornflower Blue ... Cornflower Blue that hugged curves. Curves that started at tiny slipper clad feet and ended at an impossibly long and aristocratic neck. The route taken crossed the Alps on the way up ... twice ... and severe valleys in strategic places in between. The mountains cast deep shadows between peaks..