I kissed her foot all over - the heel, the arch, the ball. Then I took her tiny toes in my mouth and sucked on them. I started kissing up her leg. Her...beautiful, toned calf muscle. Then her knees. And her delightfully muscular thighs. Not an ounce of fat that didn't belong there. Not a single hair. And the taste of strawberry body butter. I grabbed on to her legs and licked her thighs wet. And she turned around, presenting her gorgeous bottom to me. Despite having a tiny waist, her ass was. Lucy was still getting used tobeing able to do all the feminine things around the house, readingwomen's magazines, applying makeup and dressing in female attire,without the fear of being caught. She loved knowing that even if her Mumwas to come home unexpectedly, she would now be totally at ease whenconfronted by Lucy, not Luke. She marvelled at the fantastic way her Mumhad coped with finding out about Lucy and the manner in which she hadhelped to make her transition dream begin to come true.. This young lady had true talent. I continued to watch her for several minutes. As I looked over her shoulder, I inhaled deeply, she smelled delicious. Whether it was her shampoo or her perfume, I was uncertain. All I know was that I was entranced. After a few more minutes, I finally said, ‘That is beautiful. You are really quite good.’ I must have startled her, for she jumped and said ‘Excuse moi?’ ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, and I am sorry, but my French is very bad.’ ‘It’s okay,. “Well, I’ll be stopping for a snack in a few miles. I’ll certainly treat you to breakfast.”“Okay. Thanks.” Long pause. “You don’t have to.”“I know.” A little later, “We ought to introduce ourselves, don’t you think? I’m Steve.”“How do you do, Steve. I am Pandora.” No, I wasn’t. But I’d been Pandora since a ‘witty’ boy had teased me in Primary school, thinking he was clever, after a lesson which involved the Greek myth. My name? Panna Bock. Can you see it?“Pandora, hm? I don’t think I ever met a.