I also always wore my sisters low cut socks when I woreshorts, and tank tops instead of tee shirts so in the unlikely eventthat I ever did have the co...urage to go out wearing a dress I wouldn'thave any tan lines.Eventually my sister did convince me to go out with her. She said wecould drive to a Starbucks in a part of town where it was unlikely thatwe would meet any one we knew although she thought no one wouldrecognize me all dolled up. But then she sweetened the deal. She saidshe would let me. On the walk home, even with no one waiting to impinge on my freedoms, I often spent an extra ten or twenty minutes dawdling in the hot sun feeling the slight breeze wander onto my naked femininity.This liberty then naturally led onto other happenings. Which, once again, were solitary pursuits for one. I began to know my body, really learn what growing up was all about. I masturbated. Often. I don’t know if it was the feeling of the air constantly between my legs that caused me such arousal or. I did get "granny's" name and forwarded it to Jonathan, hoping he could get some more info on what might have happened to her cancer.The other visitor we got that afternoon was from the government, the NSA to be precise. Shortly after we had agreed to terms with the Commander, he had taken off to give his notice and would begin working for us in a couple weeks time. And just as he was leaving a dark blue Ford sedan pulled down the driveway.A man dressed in a dull gray suit got out of the car. Before they had even finished undressing each other Sally had her first orgasm. She was incredibly excited thinking of Rick Hunter her idol and secret love entering her. As Rick sucked her large nipples, Sally reached out and began stroking his cock. She moaned as Rick’s cock grew in her hand. Rick kissed his way done her dark skin across her navel and past her completely unkempt bush. She had more hair then most women and never gave grooming hair, only her pig of a husband ever saw, any.