Ceux qui ont essay? connaissent cetted?licieuse sensation des collants port?s. Je mettais aussi la nuit unepetite culotte et soutien gorge, tous pris ... ma m?re. Quand j'avais dutemps libre seul, je portais aussi des robes de ma m?re. J'essayais ausside me maquiller mais la c'?tait pas joli ? voir. C'?tait sympa, puis unjour mon p?re d?couvrit les collants planqu?s sous mon lit et ce fut mapire exp?rience. Il se mettait souvent en col?re parfois pour un rien maisla ce fut catastrophique,. Nell was a sweet, petite twenty two year old. Slender with a nicely rounded bottom, beautiful brown eyes and brown hair. Her breasts were a bit smallish but shaped like a pair of oranges looking large on her small frame. She was dressed in a pale grey sweat shirt with matching bottoms.Nell motioned for her father to enter her bedroom. Upon entering his daughter's room George pulled his shirt over his head throwing it to the floor. Next George dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Nell was. We've always been careful with our money." I know what you mean. I almost never saw any money until a year ago. It isn't as though I'm used to spending money either. My parents, and my Uncle, they are used to it. Part of it is that they want me to get used to it too. Making money is important to all of them, but spending it isn't. They have a lot of money, but they still like making more of it. It's like a serious game they play together, where all of them win. I've been going to work with my. .it was innocent at first, but we soon began to grow curious, and would play 'doctor' up in the old hay loft. I wore my white cotton summer dress and he would lay me on a bale of hay and 'examine' me, pushing the hem of my dress up to expose my thighs and pantie covered pussy, and I remember feeling tingling spasms inside as he probed his fingers between my labia over my cotton panties and he undid the front buttons on my dress to feel and massage the budding bumps on my braless chest.He was.