Booth Babe Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Booth Babe Pt. 01

... box in the closet with clip-on ear rings, a few rings, bracelets, and necklaces. Maybe you want to add to it?" She again lowered her eyes as she spoke.

"Uh... okay... thanks." My mind was really racing now.

Was there anyway for us to end this conversation and not talk about what Casie had seen and what that had to mean. She was a really smart woman and there was no way she hadn't figured it out. One of us had to say it so we could put it behind us I thought. I suddenly realized that this was almost the same as John and joking about sex, someone just had to be the one to take the first step.

The room had been quiet for several minutes with us both just standing there, occasionally looking at each other. I was trying to figure out what exactly I wanted to say when I heard her continue.

"Daddy... I love your heels and bet they look great with some of the dresses you have, you have great taste. Makes me wish I wore a size eleven shoe." Casie smiled at me, stepped forward and wrapped me in another hug.

I let her hug me but didn't return it. I was still trying to understand what it meant that Casie knew my secret and what that would mean for our relationship. I knew we would have to talk about it, but I wasn't sure if I would have the courage to do it.

"Daddy, it is okay. This doesn't change anything... or maybe it does. Mom obviously knew about this part of you and loved you deeply. You have always said how much mom and I are alike, and it will be the same for ...

... me. I promise." She said holding each of my arms in her hands and trying to look in my eyes.

"I... I... I didn't want you to know... and your mom tolerated it. She didn't love it, although she was more accepting the last year or so." I finally said.

"I want to hear about it... when it started, how mom found out about it, how often... how often you wear your things." She smiled at me. "But first let's talk about what to do with mom's stuff, come on."

She led me to one of the guest bedrooms. Casie had always been very organized, and it showed in how my wife's stuff had been laid out. I agreed with her that we would donate it to charity. She had set off a few things to the side that she wanted for herself and placed the jewelry box with it.

"Are you sure that there is nothing you want? I know most of it wouldn't fit you but there has to be something you like in here. Plus, it didn't look like you had any casual outfits, do you only wear dresses and skirts?" Casie asked me.

I was startled a little as she said it. Somehow, for a minute, I had forgotten that Casie had found out about my dressing up.

"Uh... no... your mom had one rule about it, well she had a few actually, but her main one was that I didn't wear her stuff." I told her, I was getting a little emotional as I said it.

I sat on the end of the bed and Casie came and sat next to me and put her hand gently on my arm. My eyes were focused on the floor. I was still coming to grasp that my daughter now knew ...