At that point it seemed that Joshua realised what she intended. The frame was shaking violently as she hauled it up towards the ceiling.Sophie stood a...chair on the kitchen table and climbed on to it. She hooked the pantyhose noose over the hook in the ceiling. She untied and removed the slacks and then repositioned the golden belt so that it was twice around the outside of the long black dress. Joshua was held on the drying frame by his own weight and friction. Any slight movement and he would. Finally, when the last three left, it was just me and Don. I was drunk and could feel it. I was a little wobbly and mentioned to Don that I had to get home. It was only about a 12 block walk, but he offered to take me home. I accepted. We walked out to the car and he held onto me. I was more sloshed than I thought. I was having trouble walking straight and we were both giggling about it. He got me to the car and helped me in and then went around and got into the car. I was leaning back, my eyes. Then the near catastrophe happened, Jo stopped rubbing Michelle and came over to me and started removing her clothes and knocked a chair which was at the side of our bed. I quickly came up behind Clinton who was busy pleasuring my wife with the "Clinton" dildo and I said "oops I caught the video cameras strap on the chair" and Michelle started to say how perverted I was and called me a kinky bastard. Now, this was something new for her as she rarely swears but she did not say to stop it and so. I was forthe most part, making more out of the situation than it warranted, andthis gave me a lot more confidence and helped me relax into my femalesocial role much more easily. Oh, and I had no idea this was going to happen, until it happened- inmy thong panties, the silky polyester lining of my skirt was slidingback and forth against my panty part of my pantyhose and it felt likethe hands of some invisible pervert were reaching up my skirt andfeeling up my butt as I walked down the aisles. .