Onmy arrival I was made welcome with a cup of coffee and a chat to put meat my ease. Then the transformation began with her providing plenty ofclothes...to choose from. For my first time I dressed in a lovely redsatin blouse with black mini skirt, my own black stockings and 4 " highheel shoes. Susie the proceeded to change my face with her make-upskills to take 10 years off my age, explaining what she was doing allthe way. Susie then found a long blonde wig to match my tarty look shehad made for. We both begin laughing so hysterically that it causes us several wheezing minutes to catch our breath and calm down. I realized then that she knew I wasn't doing a project last night and she's not going to ground me. I'm so happy she's making light of the moment that I walk over to my mom to give her a hug. She pulls me close and I forget I still have a semi. My half-hard cock slides casually right between her closed thighs and the top side of my thick shaft makes contact with her dripping. )I’ll spread my wings, and I’ll learn how to fly Though it’s not easy to tell you goodbye Out of the darkness and into the sun But I won’t forget the place I come from I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change And breakaway Breakaway BreakawayAbby’s last note was lost to the resounding cheers and applause she received, her chest heaving from the effort involved in singing this song. Brad felt tingles of love and pride for Abby as he applauded long and hard. She made sure to acknowledge. Being almost sixteen years old she was much older and much more sophisticated than I was at just fourteen.Marcy was spending the summer with us. I think she was being punished for something but I didn’t know what. Her mother and my mother were sisters and that made us first cousins.Dad worked ten and twelve hour days at a wood mill and came home tired every night. It was the busy season so he worked overtime and every Saturday too. Mom worked mornings for four hours in town at a day care.