This gave Emma enough time to fix her hair, and pull it into a pony tail. “How do I look?” Emma asked me.“Like I want to rip off your clothes ag...in and fuck you.” I said.Emma giggled. She gave me a peck on the cheek as the car stopped. We all piled out. Paul, our dad, was waiting in front of the car. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy about all of this. He didn’t know that we knew, and Mom was going to break it to him when she felt the time was right. “Paul, these are my kids, Emma and Cyrus.” Mom. Sitting onthe edge of Grace's bed, I carefully pulled a stocking up each of my legsand connected the clips.The red heels I was looking for were in Grace's closet - six inchstilettos - shiny paten leather. I slipped my stocking-clad feet in eachshoe and then stood to admire my uplifted ass. With each transformativestep, I became more and more feminine looking. As I was currentlyattired, I looked totally, well, femmy - a guy dressed in women'sclothing. This was the look I was most. ‘So I wasn’t too far off the mark with my guess,’ he said. The policeman raised his eyebrows. ‘I wondered if robbing people might be her game,’ Ben said. ‘She had a very nice car, though.’ ‘A red one as far as we know.’ ‘Yes. An MG MGA 1600 Roadster with spoke wheels.’ ‘Okay? Are you into classic cars?’ Ben shook his head and grinned broadly. ‘I’m not, though I like the look of them. But a friend of mine is, and he never fails to tell me all about them, with bells on. I took some pictures for. Her eyes closed while her mind wandered and she unwittingly felt across the bed as wild erotic images began flashing through her feverish mind. It was her own hands and fingers which found her tender willing flesh but in her mind she was being seduced by her mystery lover. A hand closed on her breast and nipple while another found her nest and began exploring her already pulsating clitoris. Her breathing quickened and grunts, groans and whines of rapture began to emanate from her mouth while.