Jack immediately thought they were sexy he would not mind wearing them himself. Jack is a closet crossdresser, has been all his life since he was 4 or... so. He wears panties 24/7 and a bra if he can under his shirts. Steph was looking fairly good in all departments and Jack looked her up and down. He said, "how about we stroll a bit down towards the lake, I know of a good overlook we might view?" Steph accepted straight away and off they went.Steph related that she was here visiting her aunt and. She didn’t display more than a bit of leg but it was enough. ‘You aren’t so bad yourself. Almost like we planned to coordinate. Ray, how come you don’t have a woman in your life?’ ‘Unless I’m way off, you are a woman.’ I avoided the answer until Mary persisted. ‘She was killed in a car accident years ago.’ ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.’ ‘Legitimate question, and not really a pry. We are both partner-less except for tonight. Let’s get after whatever the night offers.’ I picked up her wrap. “Well why don’t you geniuses enlighten us!”The two nine-year-olds looked at each other and grinned.“Bruce and Lucy sittin’ in a tree,” they chanted together, “F-U-C-K-I-N-G!”The gang of older kids looked shocked. They had of course heard the word before; most of them used it. But to hear a couple of younger kids claiming to actually DO it was more than they were prepared for.“First comes love,” ‘Bruce’ continued.“Then comes sex,” ‘Lucy’ added.“Then comes those special pills you’re gonna have to. I amgoing to the beach, can you believe it, here in Paris." Have a wonderful time, Madame Wendy. I may see you around thearrondissement, I live quite close by on the Rue Jacob." So do I, at least for the next three months. I hope we do see each otheraround. I would like that very much." Au revoir, Monsieur Jacque, the sand awaits."Indeed it did await. I joined thousands of Parisians, men, women andchildren on the banks of the Seine. I found a spot across from the Louvreand spread my blanket..