Take a walk outside, go out with boys, go to a dance, whatever. My father worked second shift came home and went to bed about midnight. I use to lay...in bed waiting for him to go to sleep. Once he did I would get up get my cloths that I had hidden, get dressed real sexy and sneak out the back door. I’d wear my high heels, silk stocking, a nice wig that I saved up for, and I had this real tight dress I would wear. It was so tight I could bearley walk in it. I could only take little steps. . ”“Michael,” Jennifer said to me. “Why don’t we have an evening of music from GLEE instead of one of the shows we have scheduled?”“Dear, we have announced the schedule three months ago. Which evening of music do you suggest we change?”Sharon was quick to respond, “How about the Night of Jazz, in February, we could have a Night of GLEE, instead?”“You know Michael,” Jason jumped in, “That sounds like a great idea.”“OK, I’m sold on it,” I said getting a big kiss from my wife. Sharon got up and gave. I got into a nice slow rhythm that felt really good to me, although I'm not convinced it was doing much for her. I only lasted a couple of minutes and I came with some intensity. Our lips locked once more in a steamy kiss. I had done it - I had finally lost my virginity. We carried on for some time after, mostly making out and me adoring her pussy. I even, I vaguely recollect, sucked on the big toe of her right foot. I've always had a thing for feet and I couldn't resist the opportunity. She. Another late night had left me short on sleep and thus short on time.Once I realized I'd turned off my alarm in a half-asleep still-buzzed daze, it was a mad dash to spray my wild wavy locks with dry shampoo and run fingers through the tangles, pulling on my already sore scalp. From my closet, I dug out a plain black pencil skirt and a flowery, butt-ugly, blouse I wear only to work. I'd thrown on a bra but couldn't find any clean panties. Fuck it, I thought. Going to work commando ranked pretty.