“Perhaps I have the wrong address,” I said. “Lisa Gibson is the daughter of Mark and Linda Gibson. Lisa and I worked together last summer.”I s...aw her eyes light up at the name. “Oh, the Gibson's. Yes, they’re the people who sold me this wonderful house last December. But I don’t recall seeing a daughter. The home has three bedrooms and only one was occupied when I toured the house. In fact, the Gibson's said they were selling because the house was too big for them and they wanted something. I had a raging hard-on. I moved up on her body placing the head of my cock against her slightly gaping anus. I just let it rest there partially inserted in her pucker. Just a slight in and out movement. She was groaning and chinching her fists.I let my weight drop, forcing her ass open. She cried out. I was half way in. She was breathing hard and so was I."I'm going to fuck your ass off, bitch. You'll be able to take a fist to the elbow by the time I'm finished with you." Oh, G-G-God!"I pulled. Belinda worked with it and it looked much better after she did.The years passed and as I grew Belinda would always replace my clothes asI grew out of them. I loved her so much and l and I loved being herdaughter. Jenny and I are best friends and inseparable, we do everythingtogether. We finally discovered makeup and play with it all the time. Imakeup Jen and she makes me up, we're so silly but I guess this is how welearn to become women.I was almost ten years old when Belinda's ex-husband began. I looked into her eyes and felt amazingly lucky to be talking with her. I wanted to say something but I was so shocked by the moment I couldn't make a sound.She smiled at me and said “My name is Elizabeth. My friends and I were wondering if you might be, well, kind of an exhibitionist.” She said the last words kind of fast, like it was one single word “kindofanexhibitionist”. At first I fought back the urge to deny it, but I could feel my face flushing and the words “kind of” caught me off.