Wanting to show my mom I could dress myselfwithout her help. I proceeded to do so.My practicing showed. I put on bra like I had doing it all my life. ...Imade sure I hadn't put runs in my pantyhose as I put them on. The outfitI had chosen to wear my first day at school was a simple skirt andsweater with a pair of no heel shoes. I had figured from the start thatheels were something I would have to gradually work myself into.With a touch of make-up, I went downstairs for breakfast.My brother did. “Or you either.”“Neither do I Ed. He is a likable kid,” Gerome agreed.I was worried about the kid. He really was too young to be involved with us old farts. He still thought that he was invincible. That was how we all felt once upon a time. To some extent Gerome was like that. Gerome at least had some training in self defense. He could likely take care of himself and Jamie as well. Even better if Tommy was thrown into the mix.“Don’t worry about the kid. There is one of us with him every time. She is watching me as I take in her luscious form. "I see you approve of the rest of me." "Umm, what?" I say. "The grin, and that." she nods, looking down at my crotch . Stupidly I look down and see my growing bulge. I laugh a little uncomfortable, "Yes, I do like the whole picture." "Good, let's get business out of the way and then we can get to the pleasure. It's fifty for a blow job, a hundred for straight, a hundred fifty for half and half, or for two fifty we can go around the world for as. "She feels rejected." But that's not the point!" he insisted."I know it's not the point from your perspective," she answered. "It's just that there are other people's perspectives involved here." But this was supposed to be about getting me ready to pose on Monday," he objected."Yes, it is," Caroline agreed, carefully substituting present tense for past. "And being the only naked one among a number of clothed people was her way of 'acclimating' you in the shortest possible time. It was an.