I saw her one day at bus stop and saw she was wearing sheer black tights and when she saw me she smiled then looked away. I looked at her legs and hop...d that she would put them out with her next washing so that i could take them! Then she turned and saw me looking at her legs and when i tried to glance away it was obvious she had saw me looking at her legs. "do you like what you see"? she said. "what do you mean"? i asked. "its ok. I know you have been taking my tights from my washing line". I. Once my father left for work at 7:15 in the morning, my sister would help dress me like a girl and I would stay at home like that with my mom and sister until my sister left for school at 11:30 (we had split elementary school sessions due to severe overcrowding). Then, after she left, I would spend the remainder of the day still dressed just hanging around the house with my mom. When I was 5, my younger sister was born, so then I was home dressed as a girl helping my mom take care of the. "What's so funny?" I asked Katie.She looked at me and smirked. "You're sitting there in the chair, staring at your step-daughter's boobs. You just fucked her friend. It's like a man's fantasy, and you're living it," she said.I couldn't help it, but had to laugh. Because Katie was so right."What the hell do you think your mom would do if she woke up right now, and saw what was going on?" I said to Marissa.She walked up to me, standing no more than a foot away from me, and finally, quietly said,. I was actually at Whiting Field, Milton, Florida, but we bought a house in Pensacola so the kids would have a better school, and Milton, FL was really a red-neck small town. I transferred to NAS Whiting, near Milton, in June, 1975. As a full Lieutenant, I was able to afford to buy a decent house on Confederate Dr. in Pensacola and settled in to an unspoken arrangement with MaryAnn. She could do what she wanted and I would too. The only rule was she had to be discrete. I did not want to find out.