They were very thick, but not atall like the itchy woolly tights I had worn before. These ones weresmooth and shiny, and felt very clingy on my legs. ...hey didn't itch inthe same way as my woolly tights did. I thought they felt quite nice."Clever girl!" said mummy. "You are good at putting on your own tights,aren't you? Now, here's the best bit; a lovely ballet dress!"Mummy held up a pink dress. The top half looked like a vest, except itwas bright pink with lacy flowers around the neck. The. I never saw it coming. I don't think he even put any effort in the punch that laid me out. It was probably a few minutes later when I woke up. I was lying in the grass of the yard and my wife was leaning over me. At least I thought it was her I couldn't see because the lummox had broken my glasses."Are you okay?" she asked me handing me what was left of my glasses.I moved into a sitting position and made sure that all of my various body parts worked."I'm fine," I said. "Who was that gorilla?". Except a little more so. Over the years her child like acts of affection had become more and more overtly sexual. She loved getting in my lap and rubbing her bubble butt on my cock while her mother watched TV in the living room with us. When we were alone she wandered around the house half dressed most of the time, and it seemed that the only panties she owned any more were thongs. It was Saturday morning, and I was being lazy, relaxing with my morning coffee. I enjoy the quiet time in the. After applying make up including mascara and pink nail varnish she showed me how to put on a wig 'properly' as she called it not just shove it on my head.She then told me to go back to the dressing room and put the dress I had brought with me, a nice long purple dress and also black shoes with as high a heal as I could manage.She looked me up and down and showed me in to the lounge where there were three other girls already made over.One was a very mature tgirl, another sat reading a magazine.