Irecall there was some mention of how horsemen were wearing high heels andsome sort of challenge to my masculinity along the lines of "Real menwear he...ls!"...The following morning Gillian came into our bedroom and announced, "Todayis DRESS like your Daughter day!" I was surprised. I wasn't sure if Iwas awake or still sleeping."That is so not happening," I replied.Bridget said "Gillian has had four weeks of Dress like your Dad days.It's time you tried it!"I faced three angry looking young. Both of them acknowledged their orders. With that, he said, “Follow me,” and headed in. I followed closely behind him, the rest right behind me.The doorway itself was inch-thick steel. The walls of the bunker were six inches thick concrete. The door opened into a hallway that had a radiation shower in it. Another thick doorway led into in a longer hallway, with a couple of doors on the left, a window on my right. There was a submarine inside the base, apparently in dry dock.The whole area. Actually my pussy decided it was time to go. You see, standing there safe, but exposed, was starting to turn me on again. I could have gone and humped the Hitachi some more but I needed more. I needed my hands free so I could give myself a proper fucking. I turned around and fumbled for the door latch with my hands. Unhooked, I finally pushed the door open. I took a deep breath and took my first slow tentative steps outside.The light from my neighbors didn?t really light the area around my door. "I fear I am not very popular with his family. If I should stumble during this mourning time, I might lose everything I have inherited. There are even great-grandchildren with pending claims on my share."The room where we sat was not quite dark, but her eyes seemed luminous in the fading light. I stood and came to her side, offering my hand. She took it and rose beside me. I put my hand on her broad back, and she lifted her chin. I kissed her, and her arms came around my neck. Her body was warm.