Standing in front of her in my blouse and nylons, I slipped my hand under the waistband and found my eager wet lips. I suffered my own torment and my...knees nearly buckled. I had to let myself fall back onto the sofa, where I fingered myself to a nearly instant orgasm. I bucked my hips wildly up onto my hand, holding my thigh with the other, and let myself go, staring at my pretty plaything, so helpless and naked. Oh my god, it felt good, and I just wanted to keep cumming on my hand in front. "Yeah, what ever," he said, "all I know it's expensive and takes good pictures."Are you going to take any of me," she asked."Yes I expect so darling," he said looking over at his teenage daughter. "Now we better get you back to your mums before she make a scene." Right oh," she said and gave the expensive camera back to her father. "Next time I'm over for the day I'll bring some clothes to change into shall I?" You'll better asked your mother first," he said."No way," she said, "she never allow. "What are thing coming to.Girls looking and acting like boys, and now boys trying to look likegirls," he said under his breath."He's just one of Marge's customers Mr. Simms."Marge approached with a warm smile. She was in her fifties. A fullfigure woman but very feminine. She had a rather dated 60's hairdo,almost a bubble style, with vibrant red hair. She wore a floral printdress dress under her blue smock, and had low heel pumps on."Hi I'm Marge, " she said offering her hand to Cindy."Nice to. She'd giggled and accepted and had giggled even more when I told her I wanted her to look her best.This was a sort of coded phrase we'd developed over the years that let her know that I wanted her to let her exhibitionist streak out once more.I hit the horn outside her house and then jumped out to collect her. The front door was flung open and Kirsty came skipping down the path.I marvelled how the beautiful schoolgirl and metamorphosed into this simply stunning woman. She had all her mother's.