She pulled him up and moved to the pole where she started dancing seductively with him. She then moved to be behind him and she lifted his shirt takin... it off. She put his shirt on the other chair and then I watched her run her hands over his hot body. Down his chest to his belly and then to pants. She ran her hands over his pants rubbing his hard cock and balls as I continued to watch. She soon stopped and moved to stand in front of him, facing me. She took his hands and placed them on her. After that I was hooked on wearing hose. Did a lot of on an off of wearing my mom's pantyhose. My cross dressing started a few later after that as I was caught by my cousin in her mom's pantyhose and one of my cousin's outfits which was jean skirt pink top with her mom's dark brown pantyhose and dark brown 2 1/2 strappy sandal. She freaked at first but think she kind of liked seeing me dressed up in her clothes. She didn't tell on me or anything she just had me wear some different. It was as if they were still having a showdown. There was a certain intensity in the air as my busty friends seemed to be having another competition.The faceoff came to a quick halt as the door opened and Mrs. Henson and her daughter Sharon came in. There was an awkward scramble as the two tennis players rushed to cover up while the Henson’s pretended not to notice. Krissy apologized, saying she was just leaving, and scampered out, with me and Dee right behind her. Sharon said we didn’t have to. Being honest with myself — something I hadn't done about Dottie for a long time — I conceded that I wasn't like the handsome, virile young man I'd seen my "lovin' wife" with last night.Yeah, I could see a gleam of reflected light through the thinning hair on my head and the wrinkles around my eyes showed the effects of all those years working outdoors in the sun and weather at the ranch tryin' to keep Dottie happy. I nodded to myself thinking once again that money didn't buy happiness.I heard.