Perhaps I didn'tmind that speaker after all? I pulled my jeans on and buttoned up theblouse I had been wearing when I came in to change.I hesitated in...front of the mirror and looked at myself; I definitelyneed to do something about these frumpy clothes. I decided from that dayforward, I would dress befitting my new feminine status - and not try tohide what I was beneath layers of clothing. After all, I wasn't ashamedof who I was any longer.I touched up my makeup and stood back to look at. This was or first time there, and I was in for a suprise I had never experienced before or expected! My wife and I had gone to a party Monday night, and drank quite a bit of alcohol. Both of us were struggling to maintain a somewhat sober edge, but we were losing. After the party, LATE that night, we went to a 3 story bar (to remain nameless) to do some dancing on the rooftop bar. I might add that this "club" is clothing optional, and we both took the option! As we proceeded to dance into the. ‘nahi aunty sub gao gayehai’ aunty andar aatehi mai padatahu book dekhali aur puchchi ‘ye kya re ise book padarahe ho, kaha se le aaye ho.’ mai kutch bol nahi paya, o khudahi boli ‘koi baat nahi bete tum bade hogaye ho, lekin tere papa mammi ko malum padato, sochalo o kya karege.Mai kutch nahi bola chup chap khada tha papa mammi kabhi arahe hai bête ‘aunty do din lagegi ‘ahchca do din tak yahi books padate rahoge?’ nahi aunty’ ‘kya nahi, beta jawani isehi hota hai, kya tereko koi girl friend. I realized the longer it took her to protest, or even respond, reinforced the impression that we were, in fact, lovers."What are you saying?" she asked, panicked. "I don't know what you're saying."Mom's hand returned to clasp the material in front of her pussy again. I watched as her body language expressed her desire to curl up, close off, cover up any impression that we were intimate. She looked really panicked. Mari rose to her feet and gently took Mom's shoulders in her hands, preventing.