”“Uh, it sort of surprised me, too,” I answered, at which Daddy snorted and Mom giggled.Roger simply raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Well, go o... in and join the party.” He clapped Daddy on the shoulder and turned to greet the couple coming in behind us.Mom led the way down the hallway into the living room, with me behind and Daddy in the rear. I hadn’t known what to expect, but it looked just like Mom had said, a typical cocktail party. There were a bunch of people standing around with drinks,. I feel a wet stain forming in my shorts from the precum as I continue to rub myself up and down on your ass.“Mmmm I see you are naked and ready for me yourself baby” I whisper into your ears as I continue to knead your breasts.“No matter what I do, don’t turn around or move. Keep your hands on the counter” I say and see you comply as you place your hands on the counter and hold it firmly. Your hands clench and unclench with desire as you place them there.I take a step back and untie the robe. I fastened the black satin garter belt around my hips and slowly slid the nylons up my legs, they were newly purchased for the event and were black and seamed. I marveled at my appearance in them and the way they felt as I attached them to the ribbons. The false breasts were pasted to my chest with adhesive and a newly purchased black satin bra held them secure, then the black satin thong was slowly slid into place. I checked my appearance and the reflected image was even better than I could. Every so often there'd be that sharp jab of pain, or adull throb, or an almost crippling ache, to remind me just how ridiculousmy disguise really was.I put the mirror and makeup back into my purse. I'd also spent the lasttwo weeks in an intense study of the feminine arts, long lonely nightsspent sitting at a table with an array of strange and foreboding productsbefore me. I'd hate to think how many hours were wasted staring into amirror, putting on makeup, wiping it off, leafing through one of.