They did not know nor would they ever know what went on behindthose closed doors.Nor why Mommy Adriana and Daddy seemed so eager to go out alone onwee...end nights. With George dressed as a woman, makeup and perfume, nice,short skirts and blouses revealing small bras, they would go to bars andclubs. Men would approach the two ladies, asking them to dance. Georgelearned what it felt like to dance with someone getting a hard-on,feeling a thick cock pressed against his slender body, having a man. My next question was a simple one asking him what he wanted me to do; his answer was short and to the point. First he said, drop the Mr. Jones and call me Mark, next I want you to reach under your dress and remove your panties because you won't need them and bring the strap with you into the living room. He took me into the living room where he positioned me in front of a odd shaped heavy table, it was padded on the top, sloped away at a shallow angle and had a horizontal brass bar at ankle. Whether She would know that for blokes like me, wanking was all I did, I don’t know. I doubt She would know that I’d cum in my underpants just looking at girls. Of course when I was obsessed with a girl as I was with Her, cumming in my pants watching Her was what I longed to do. Every day I’d dream about it, becoming consumed by it, and eventually prepared to take big risks to make it happen. But ensuring that She knew when it happened was not an option – the fall-out from that would be. His beautiful talented daughter was enrolled in NYU film school and was working on a major project for her professors. She had decided to make a documentary about a mother who suffered from ‘empty nest syndrome’ and she had chosen Donna as her subject.She had asked her father’s permission to let Donna come to the city each weekend to work on the project. He had hesitated when she told him it could take up to six months of Donna spending her weekends in the city with their daughter. He had.