Only at home when no company was expecteddid he wear his more feminine garb.And the first time he had worn a complete outfit in front of me?"Cute," I ...had said as I shrugged my shoulders and went to make a tea,Chamomile, from France. Crossdressing would, he assumed, remainprivate.Anyway, I hid myself as he prepared in accordance with my wishes. Everynow and then, I'd emerge to fleetingly caress his shoulders, hisnipples, his cock, and just before he could react? Bang: I'd scootaway!I seductively. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family.The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.But the stranger ... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and. We narrowed down the candidates the same way with the age limits and wound up with 54 women as viable candidates. This gave us 111 candidates for the militia, so we were able to start training.The officers wanted to start out forcing everybody to learn how to march in parade and how to salute. I got so pissed at the officers that I almost shot them, myself. I managed to get myself under control and explained what kind of army I wanted. They couldn't understand the value of a guerrilla army, nor. They way he looked at me when I walked in made my heart race even faster. He locked up the building then sat in his desk chair awaiting his back massage. He said "Thanks for staying late to give me a back rub" and smiled nervously at me. You could feel the sexual tension in the air. I walked around behind his desk and started as usual on his neck and shoulders. I asked him to lean forward to rub his lower back so close to that cute ass. Then as I was leaning over him reaching down to need those.