Amy says she will come with me in that she hasn’t seen you in a while and is wondering how you are adapting to the small town life. Are there any pr...oblems with us in doing that?”“Absolutely not! Give me the date you are coming so I can make sure the house is super clean to pass Amy’s white glove inspection.”They both laughed at Steve’s comment about Amy since they both knew how fastidious she was.In driving to the golf course to play in the tournament this weekend Steve had some thoughts about. "Otis", my stepfather, isn't really 58 where it counts. I mostly talk to him through e-mail anyway. He and mom live eight hundred miles away. I like to think of him as a randy guy in his late twenties. Like most the guys I like, I fantasize about him. But I don't talk about it much to my boyfriend. Nor to mom. Anyway, I fantasize about most things, not just guys. That's probably, no, that IS why I like to write. Sort of crystalizes my ideas. I wanted to call the hero in this story "Otis" after. "Fred! Thank you for the flowers!" He had called to have a basket delivered, and it apparently arrived. Lisa had put it on the table between her and her mother, which he found amusing. No symbolism there, surely."Glad you like them. I also have this for you." Fred pulled a small blue teddy bear out of a bag, and handed it to Lisa. The twenty six year old redhead grabbed it and gave the bear a great big hug, looking like a big breasted twelve year old in the process. She looked up at him, her. “Mmmm well I don’t know, I mean wearing women’s clothes” I said. “I do it all the time” Stephanie said. With that she took a pair of panties from her drawer and told me to step into them as she held them open. I took a step forward, as I did my towel slipped from my waist exposing my cock, right in Stephanie’s face.“Oh sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen” I said.“That’s OK, I’m not worried” Stephanie replied.As she eased the panties up my legs, I started to get hard.“Ooh look I think you are.