It was as if the ‘Miss Frobisher’ nominal style was a barrier she had built up to stop anyone getting close to her.And why did her hand fly up tow...rds her throat when I disturbed her in the garden? Was it a simple female protective gesture, or was there something more? I was left wondering, for it could be anything; just a panic reaction, like stepping back at a fright.Do I frighten her? Surely not. Anyone unexpectedly appearing in front of you is cause enough for a panic reaction. I am. It was quite a decadent little picture actually - my wife and I still dressed in robes so late in the morning after having spent the night before fucking our daughter’s old babysitter.“Well you know - I had such a relaxing morning.” She said, winking at me. Linda looked around me to our daughter. “Morning, sweetie. How was your night at Michelle’s?”“Umm, alright.” Kara said. Her face was still a bit red and she looked uncomfortable at talking to her mother so soon after kissing me.I stepped in. “Fine, honey. What you been up to?” she replied. We chatted for a bit and made plans for the girls to come over that evening. Mom was thrilled to have them. I was excited. Things went as planned. Friday morning when Ben came over to do some work, I asked him to come inside for a moment. “Ben, I need some things done in the house. Interested?” I asked him. “Sure. When do you need me?” he asked. “Tomorrow night about 6 pm. Is that good?” I inquired, innocently. “Um…well…,” he stammered. “Ben? Is. She worked late nights as I worked days. Halloween was over for about a month and I was home watching tv but I got the urge to look through Sara’s clothing. I went through it and found a cute French maid uniform. I pulled it out and put on a pair of her black boyshort panties and the white stockings she used with her schoolgirl outfit and I put on my stiletto heels and my wig again and I pranced around my apartment looking in the mirrors. Well, Sara came home early. She came in and saw me in.