He walked into the living room and sat down, just staring at the envelope. He had read stories about things like this but reality and fantasy are so d...ifferent.He thought he was so careful. He lived high enough up that was difficult to see directly into his place and most rooms had curtains. Most of his serious sissy adventures had been done on holiday, places no one knew him, or would care what he wore in private.Finally, he opened the envelope. Inside was just one photo, nothing else, and. It felt good to touch herselfdown there… not as good as black skin would… butshe would wait for Bob. She began shaving her pubichair. She wanted her vagina to look as pretty aspossible. For when Bob comes home, she told herself.Even though he won’t be home for days…Billy mustlike smooth white pussy… she would probably not findthe time in the next few days she assured herself.Billy went into the house a few minutes after hisaunt. Once he heard her start up the. Does she like her classes and her teachers. We’re trying not to come across like an interrogation, but still gathering as much information as we can for our meeting tonight with her counselor. We tell Natalie we’ll be going to meet with some friends and not be gone long. Just meeting for a glass of wine and maybe dessert.After dinner Natalie went to her room to listen to music, and we got our coats to go to our appointment. During the drive I mention what Mrs Johnson had said about remembering. Once all the food was cooked, I put them into the mess tins and indicated Jane to follow me up into the back of the van. I placed the food on the table and took a seat. I had forgotten that she had not seen in the back of the van before this, she just stood there gazing at all the strange furniture. I got up, took her hand, sat her on the chair and signalled her to eat. It looked nice and cosy with the light from the fire but it didn't light up the front of the van.I thought in the morrow, I.