We did use the opportunity to make sure that the more pleasant parts were very clean, and there was sufficient fondling and caressing to light up most... of the important nerve endings, but there were no orgasms, only deep kisses and lustful squeezes.Precisely on the half-hour mark I knocked on the door of the fathers' room, and we trooped off to breakfast. Over eggs and coffee we talked about what we had seen yesterday, and looked over maps and brochures to map out the day's itinerary.By. I seemed to fit his needs as I had no girlfriend, looked slightly girlish with my longer than normal hair and was submissive. An accurate description was I was a the wimpy type of guy that the guys picked on in high school. The clothing was all custom made by a seamstress he knew and the babyish furniture was made in his workshop. He went on to stress that he expected me to act like a girl and over time it would be easier, I was to address him as "Grandpa" or "Granddad". I would also be. I even knew how to use it. Mostly. It could take still shots as well as videos, and it had lots of megapixels and a zoom and everything.After I checked the batteries I went back up to my room and got undressed. As I stood in the hot shower I made a note to myself to be sure to wash my clothes before Mom got back -- the sperm stains on the front of my skirt were just as evidentiary as a porn clip on Cuntsincars.com. I got out of the steamy shower feeling all melty and innocent, as if the shower. . was going to find, and with her heart pounding harder than ever, her trembling hands passed by the upper region of her pubic mound then stopped short, hesitant… almost afraid to go any farther?… The burning feeling was of a strange numbness that seemed to be at the very root of her sexual nerve endings! It was kind of like that tingling feeling when the circulation in your arm or leg has been restricted and has gone to sleep, and is just starting to wake up! Just as she had gotten enough.