A light blue dress shirt and a very nice silk tie with complementary colours and she was satisfied that I looked good. She had another new dress that ...he and my mother had chosen, and as I had come to expect, she looked spectacular. It was navy blue and moulded to her body in a way that highlighted her perfect figure."You look yummy," I grinned evilly. "I could eat you right up." Later, big boy, later," she said, throwing a tempting look at me.Once again, Tom was our driver and mother was along. It’s what we do. It’s what I want to do!” She turned to me. “Tell her.”I nervously looked at Clifford and Rebecca, watching me for a sign of weakness. “I… umm… well, she’s not my girlfriend. We just… ummm…”“Hey, we’ll talk about it in the morning,” her father suggested. “When everyone is sober and a bit calmer.”They didn’t talk; they rowed in the morning, and the afternoon, and the evening. I had no idea at the time what her they wouldn’t let her do, or why; it was none of my business. But it. ...(now she started to lightly rub my neck) I always thought I might like to fuck a guy." Again, I turned and looked her in the eye. "So try that out on what's his name." "Naah" she said dreamily, (and started to knead my shoulders with both hands this time, using her thumbs to knead my neck.) "Boy that feels good" I sighed. "Really?" she asked in a little girl's voice. "Would it?" she cooed, "Do you like it?"She had me, hook line and sinker........My hands stopped her wrists and held them. The sheets had a floral pattern. At least the walls were still the samecolour, instead of being bright pink or something!I decided to get out of bed to look at myself in the mirror. I sat upand that's when I first realised how long my hair was. It bounced on myshoulders and came in front of my eyes. I grabbed a lock of hair with myhand, admiring how long and soft it was, and then pushed it back behindmy shoulders.I stood up slightly uneasily. My whole body didn't quite feel right, andI was.