Her shoulder length blonde hair hadsoft curls in it."I am sorry, I seem to be at the wrong house," said Bob. This was afamily home. Another child ap...peared from behind her and took her mother'shand."No," came the gentle reply. "You're not at the wrong house ... Dad."Bob struggled to make out the face with the light behind her, but thevoice was familiar, and yet not quite his. If this was his son, he was indrag. She walked towards Bob, into the light.Bob could see that they were his son's. I love that you're agirl who wants to look her prettiest at all times. It's one of thethings about you I cherish."Actually, it was fear someone might realise I was a man if I didn't wearit that was my main motivation. Realistically, based on the months I'dsuccessfully passed as a woman, that wasn't likely to happen, but thefear remained. The fact that I enjoyed applying my make-up and now feltnaked without it was a secondary consideration.With the Volkswagen loaded we took our seats and Helmut. The young woman actually thought for an instant that she had a fighting chance! The sadistic irony of the situation sent blood gushing to the man’s hard-on like nothing else could. It was invigorating. Intoxicating. The woman thought it was her chance and tried to dart past her assailant and perhaps gain safety by getting out the front door of the mansion. But to her startled surprise, the man deftly stuck out his foot tripping her, sending her sprawling once again to the floor. On her way. I normally didn't like crowded rooms, but the way these two were flirting with each other, and their patrons, just charmed me. Their gentle caresses were enough to make my mouth water, so, I decided to make myself known. "Hello there!" I typed. (Now, at this point I'd like to say that I simply don't remember all of what was said, but I can kinda recreate the scene) "Hey, hey," they waved as they replied, and blew a kiss at the screen. The room gave a list of what they would do for however much.