I live in rural Utah, USA, so it makes itdifficult to get out much. I do most of my outings when I travel onbusiness. I was raised in a very religious... family with four sisters.Being the youngest, I had a large variety of clothing to choose from,when I started my dressing experiments, which was around 8. I thoughtthat my mother, although a beautiful woman, was innocent until one daywhile looking in my basement through some boxes, when I came across acorset, nylons, a pair of thong panties, and a. ” I gawped at her. “Fuck off!” She grabbed a chair, sitting down in front of me, eyes raised in expectation. She leaned forward, one elbow propped on a knee, her face cradled in her hand. “I’m waiting.” I pouted, grimaced, tutted, shook my head, but Lucy just sat there. Locking eyes with her, I spread my legs, lifting my left leg and planting the ball of my foot on her Ikea coffee table, knowing it would annoy her. I slapped the foot down hard on its surface. Lucy didn’t even blink. Damn her,. I decided to engage in a little fun with you. “I’m curious,” I started with a mischievous grin. “What type of girl do you like? Is there a girl in here that you would say is above everyone else?” The question caught you by surprise, but soon you were smiling too, liking the game, and scanning the room for your pick. “Over there.” You pointed out. “The brunette in the red dress.” I looked at your selection, told you I liked your taste, and then moved on to another topic. We sat talking for a. But it was always kept private. And so it came to me. Her perfect birthday and anniversary present. On the morning of the big day I woke early and prepared her breakfast in bed. I gently awoke her from her sl**p with the traditional bacon eggs etc and hot coffee and sat on the side of the bed chatting whilst she ate it. “And your present’s in the lounge,” I said as she finished. “Oooh! What is it?” she asked like a k** at Christmas. I gently took her hand and pulled her from the bed. I still.