All are top of the line and in very good condition.There are several in garment bags, and as she looks at them, three are brand new, ones he never wor..., and five more are almost the same condition. As she looks at them she realizes that her father and Donald are of the same built. She ponders for a few minutes, and places these eight suits on the bed, instead of in the bag. They are of the finest quality in black, navy, grey and even a southern-styled white suit.Then she starts on her. . . and then on mychest!! In moments, I had a high cut string bikini tan lines acrossmy bottom half. It looked so strange to see my engorged cock andballs hanging between the legs of what appeared to be an otherwisefemale figure. As I looked up, the tan lines of a tiny bikini topbecame more definite across my flat and depleted chest. I lookedup and shrieked as the face in the mirror that was no longer mine.A beautiful teenage girl's face stared back in complete shock.My gaze was interrupted. Fran had dressed up in a white blouse and grey skirt, and had hold-up grey stockings and new underwear on which I had brought her days early. Anna made the first move and started to softly kiss Fran on the lips, and slipping her tongue into Fran’s small mouth, Fran responded by tonguing Anna’s mouth and they kissed for what seemed ages. Anna move her hand down to the white blouse and slowly inserted her hand into the undone buttons and start to play with Fran’s much smaller breasts gentle. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Was it an apology or a bribe for forgiveness? I didn’t really like the idea of being paid for hurting somebody. It seemed to me that Marty would have not smiled kindly on such behavior. It wasn’t the actions of a gentleman.I piloted the behemoth of a car onto Interstate 75 heading for Atlanta. I don’t know if you ever have seen the inside of the wheeled bordello that was the Cadillac Fleetwood Talisman. Tufted, pillowed crushed velour seats. Carpet that.