I didn’t want to say goodbye to Cal for two whole months, and I knew that communicating would be difficult with me being in LA and her being in Muni...ch, seven thousand miles and nine hours in time apart.“Come on in, David,” Aunt Pat said, “I want to talk to you both.”As we entered the living room, I was surprised to see my sports bag on the sofa.“What’s my bag doing here?” I asked.“Sit down both of you and I’ll explain.”We sat side by side holding hands, wondering what we’d done wrong. Why is it. 'Oh, Michael, why', she asked interestingly. I told her that Ijust felt that these were more suitable clothes for me and that theyfelt much better than my own, boring, male underwear. That evening shemade me strip and get dressed in front of her ? my stockings were heldup by a black suspender belt - a lacy bra, panties and frilly slip allfollowed. After having me put on a pair of her high-heeled shoes thatwere a little large for her anyway she was just starting to have meparade around when the. “Hello there.” A woman said.I looked up at her.“Hi.” I smiled warmly.“Is this seat taken?” she asked.I moved my clutch purse.“No, sorry.” She sat down and ordered a drink. I looked at her, she was a slim build white woman. she had strawberry blonde hair that hung down her back. Her nails were manicured, her dress clung to her curves. I immediately noticed her ‘Pleasures’ perfume she was wearing. “Are you new here?” she asked.I looked at her. She had clear blue eyes.“No, I am not. Are you?”I. So, still knowing they were giving a well-deserved punishment, when they landed the fifth stroke the pain they were giving the two granny-aged women was something they had no sympathy about, and as they landed the sixth stroke and the sixth welt developed and were rewarded with louder yelps, so they knew they were teaching the two granny-aged women a good lesson.Bess and Cynthia were struggling even more as the seventh stroke landed and now neither could understand how come they felt so aroused.