She wasall in black, from her high heel shoes to her long black hair pulled backinto a tight ponytailHe, in turn, was wearing red bra and panty set. T...he bra was underwire andlow cut, creating cleavage while holding the silicon breast forms inplace. His face was made up so be quite exotic and long blonde hair hadbeen woven in to his own golden locks. His hair now reached down to hiswaist.A matching garter belt held up a pair of nearly nude, taupe stockings andhigh heel sandals were strapped to. My probing of those areas became the equivalent of standing in front of a mirror and flexing my muscles. I was curious about all the ways I was growing, and this was only one of them.Grandpa and Grandma Carson came to spend Christmas with us this year, and we went skiing up at lake Tahoe for three days during that time, which was a blast. Its strange that someplace as year-round warm as Angel's Camp can be so close to a great ski resort, but the elevation in the mountains at Tahoe really make a. She?d allthe while been asking me questions, what clothes would make me feel confident,beautiful, and sexy and what would make me feel dowdy; to which I had given aweak laugh and said my whole wardrobe. Then she asked me a lot of otherquestions that she said were to help ?map out my personality? a little. Sheasked me to imagine that I was someone else and to tell her how it felt. Shehad started off with a film star but had gone on to ask much more embarrassingthings; she wanted me to imagine. It was a pink nightshirt of a soft cotton material, but there was a huge cum stain right in the middle of it. "Ugh," she whispered as she threw it over towards the bathroom door.She glanced at the clock on her nightstand.2:15 in the morning. Jeff should be asleep upstairs. It was worth the risk.She gently opened the door to her bedroom and peaked out. The light from her bathroom was still on and it was just enough to expose her nakedness had anyone been looking in that direction. She.