The three ofus walked out to the front concourse, to catch a taxi. There was a lineof people waiting, and we took our spots in the queue. My mind wa... in afar-away place, ruing my lost opportunity for whatever might havehappened with Eduardo, at the same time revelling in the realizationthat wearing women's clothes, most especially sexy lingerie, turned meon more than anything else on the planet. It had been a good day inmany ways, and a great day in a couple of ways.And then, in my sadness,. Grade school PTA fashion show. PTA fathers were asked to put on a fashion show dressed as their better halves. my dad was right in the mix. I remember he wore some mid calf, grey business suit w/jacket, tan stockings and black heels. i remember this because he practiced dressing days before the show. he wore some makeup and a wig. not very passable, but not many of the men were. i was mesmerized by the sights i was seeing. needless to say, soon thereafter, i was trying on my moms undies, nylons. .always avoiding it. His punches were sloppily"Aint so tough with your signs are you" She SaidShe grabbed his hair and started slapping him. Holding him up so he wouldn'tfall. The add insult to injury she smothered him between her breast, slappinghim with her hard tits. She felt tears against her breast."Your crying you little wimpShe pulled his face out of her tits. He had a front view of her boobs, seeingthem glisten with his tears. Her nipples seem hard as diamonds and weresticking straight.. I looked down and realized that my skirt was now up around my waist, my entire sex exposed not only to the restaurant staff but to the entire restaurant. I looked up quickly and saw that my performance had been witnessed by many diners who were seated around us. The men were smiling, most of the women were actually laughing or were looking on in disgust. I again felt the blush running up my chest to my cheeks. "I guess we can go now, huh?" Mark remarked to me. "Could we have the check.