Suddenly someone knocked at the door and I almost jumped out of my skin. J.C.’s sister had arrived and instead of beeping the horn so that I could g... out to the car she had walked up to the door where my father could scrutinize her in full. I thought that this move was a little risqu?ut I figured what the hell, this whole plan was risqu?My dad opened the door and, luckily, she did not disappoint. When J.C. had said her sister looked like she could have been her mother she had not lied. Her. No word. Mark brought me out to dinner one night and told me to dress exceptionally. We were going to someplace new, he told me, with a boyish smile on his face. We valued novelty of any kind.I thought perhaps a few of the others might be there and my spirits were lifted for the first time since I left that musty hotel room.A silver dress that dipped in a scandalous V down my back seemed appropriate. Sapphire earrings dripped from my ears, but I left my wedding ring off. Mark gave me an. It took me a while to relax.I did the other side of the lawn and when I got back to her area, she and the aluminum chaise were gone. I finished mowing, did the trimming with one of those string things, battery powered, and then went into the kitchen to get a drink. There she sat, smiling and drinking iced tea, and wearing a man's undershirt, a thin, white t-shirt that displayed her big nipples and long, long legs. Period."I'm Melissa," she said as I stood at the sink and admired her. Her. It felt like it was almost too small for me but I was very determined to get it all the way on. I did, and then as I sat down on the toilet, I noticed my cock peeking through the open bottom of the girdle. It felt so tight and wonderful. I then reached for the first of the silky nylons. I was so into this that it seemed that my hand went in slow motion. Almost as if "Father Time" knew this would be one of the most remembered experiences of my whole life (it still is and I am almost 40 today).