‘She won’t let me stay there.’ ‘Of course not. She can’t have Dave asking questions now, can she?’ I walked over and gave her a hug. She w...s stiff, then grabbed me and started crying. ‘Shhh. If you’re going to talk to anyone, talk to your mother, or Marcie.’ ‘Why Marcie?’ ‘She’s been divorced twice. Got caught cheating once, and had a husband who cheated on her. She can keep a secret, and she’ll understand. Plus, as far as I can tell, you didn’t give her husband a blowjob.’ ‘Do I have to. ”“Good,” he said. “So thanks for staying with me last night.”“No problem,” I replied. “I love you and I trust you won't try to make me do something, I don't want to do.”“Never,” he said, before he started tickling me. I laughed and tried to stop him.“Stop,” I giggle as I wiggled around. I felt his cock get hard underneath me.We looked at each other awkwardly.“I'm sorry,” he said apologetically.“Its okay,” I reassured him.“No, its not. I feel like a pervert.”“You aren't a pervert. It shows that. I did not believe that I would require its services in order to regress to another 'peaceful place' but I wanted to be ready for anything.Alicia must have been watching for me, since she dashed out of the house to greet me as I was pulling my case for the weekend out of the trunk; jumping into my arms to give me a huge hug and kiss--all very un-lady-like behavior for a debutante among the society elites of Stone Mountain!Alicia brought me inside and allowed me just enough time to offer. I went on to wear my sister's undies and this continued into adult life where I have worn the undies of many ladies (without them knowing it). Until the time of this story, I never ventured out wearing women's clothes but on this particular night, I put on a pair of my wife's tights and a pair of red satin panties underneath my jeans. I got in my car and drove to the public park in Dublin, known as the Phoenix Park. I drove for a while enjoying the sensation of the tights against my skin and.