Finally, there was silence. Tessa and her daughter were standing at the far end of the bar. ‘The calm before the storm,’ Tessa said with a sigh. T...ere was the sound of boots on the steps and then the porch. The door opened and a dozen bikers filed in. The one in the lead yelled, ‘Who the fuck parked that piece of Jap crap in the bike area?’ I looked around the room and then back at the guy yelling. ‘Since I’m the only motherfucker here, I guess that would be me,’ I said in a calm voice. ‘Then. You both look like death warmed up!" Don't worry, Mom," replied Dennis smiling at his sister. "We were both in bed REAL early... right Sis?" Yeah, Mom!", smirked Melissa. "Too much sleep I guess." Probably stayed up all night watching movies," grinned Don, looking up from his morning paper.Melissa stared at her father, somehow he seemed younger looking this morning, and very, very handsome. Her cunt tingled as she saw his gaze drop to her unbuttoned blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she. "Oh, really nice. Any chance we might see the front?" and, again, without a single comment, she turned back and lifted the little skirt to show a thong panty that was practically microscopic."That's about the tiniest panties we've ever seen, Jennifer. Very nice. Can you ditch the skirt so we can see you in just those?"She loosened the skirt and let it fall to the floor and stepped out of them, then turned slowly as the camera took her all in."Very pretty, Jennifer. You seem to be quite. The subject simply never came up again and I wrote it off over the years to my wife's generally bad memory.Over the next several years I continued to dress up some times in my wife's clothes and other times in some of my own that I had acquired over time, mostly that I purchased myself at a department store (that's another story). I always kept them well hid. I did have a feeling that she was a little aware about my crossdressing when she blamed me for some damage to a pair of her crop.