“How about you?” Wenny said to her with a slightly piercing look.Lucille sighed.“I know because I’m beautiful and stylish and rich you probabl... think… No, let’s not go there.”“Mick wants to fuck you,” Wenny said.“Mick wants to fuck both of us,” Lucille replied, turning to me. “Don’t you, Mick? You and two girls in your private space.”I smiled enigmatically. At least I hoped it was enigmatic rather than just vacant.“Trouble with European men,” Wenny said, “Is they’re too polite to be really. Perfect body, soft skin, styled hair and a delicious selection of undergarments lace, satin, sheer I wanted it all.I would eventually have a collection of clothes I had managed to...procure from various sources along with the finest samplings from ladies catalogues that I would store safely under my bed. On the faithful day wth the folks out to town. I drew the curtains and donned my best outfit of the time. Satin white panties pressing against what I would later call my boi clitty, matching. ”I laughed, and decided to lay a little groundwork, by saying, “Well, I love the lady you are when you’re not in costume, but you make it sound kind of interesting to meet your other self. In the meantime, have fun with your friends and stay out of trouble.”It was finally Saturday evening, and I had been thinking all afternoon how it would go if Sarah confessed her activities to me. That’s when I decided to go back to the convention on Saturday night, and reveal myself at the most appropriate. I made sure the dune buggy and the jet skis were also filled to the brim with gas. Then we made one more walkthrough just to make sure we had missed nothing. We took Dad's pickup with the beach access tags for one last ride on the beach. Then, with heavy hearts, we headed home.We promised ourselves we would do this again and again before the summer was out. Heck it was only a three hour drive. Marcy was writing down realtor phone numbers on houses that were in the same area as my Uncle's.