He said his name was Mick, [Hello, well you keep writing me so I thought you'd like a role in this story, hope you aren't angry]. He asked me to go to...the window and then just lean forward with my arms resting on the ledge. I did as I was told.He walked up behind me and then I felt him gently lift my skirt up and place it over my back. He muttered "Nice, oh very nice" and then he started to slowly stroke the backs of my legs with his fingertips. That really got to me. It was difficult to keep. . but remember to keep at least one piece of clothing on at all times." And with that he was gone. So tonight, I was going to go in two costumes. The first would be as Catwoman, and the second as mom! I bit my lip. I could do this. I would just pretend to be her, right up until midnight, when we threw off our masks, wouldn't dad be surprised! I could do it!I ran my fingers along the costume. There didn't seem to be enough to cover all of me... ah well. I would find out soon. I took the clothes. At first, I couldn’t make out who it was. Although judging by the shortness of the figure and the rotund shape of the body, outlined with a beer belly and thinning palate, I knew it had to be Derek.As he stepped into the room I switched on my bedside light. I was shocked at what I saw. It was Derek, naked except for his string vest and grubby white socks, his body matted with a thick fuzz of grey hair.“Do you mind if I join you in bed, sweetie?” he asked kindly.Having never been with a man this. Darlene’s voice hardened as she sharply said, “STOP THE SHIT, MOM! I didn’t drive by the house. I stopped at the house. When I got to the open door, I rang the bell and called out but nobody answered. Dad’s car was parked in the driveway (Darlene heard a sharp intake of breath) and since the door was open, I came inside and started looking for him ... still calling out so he’d know I was there.When I got to the top of the stairs, it smelled like I’d walked into a whorehouse. I felt embarrassed,.