As we pulled up in the driveway, i told her to stay there & let me go check. i went upstairs & my wife was asleep. she had been sick so she was on som... meds which kinda knocked her. i moved her just to make sure. yup, she was out. i went back downstairs & waved her inside. this little slut got out of the truck, still naked & walked over to the door. seeing her like that outside really got me going. i told her that my wife was out but we still needed to be quiet. i started getting undressed when. I make my way through a couple of other neighborhoods I spent time in, butnot pausing long. Finally I came to the last place I lived in before I leftthis town behind me.Its a beautiful house, but it was ugly to live here. My step-father's abuseof alcohol pretty much made sure of that, and his mental and physical abuseof us sealed the deal, until one by one, we all left him behind.And never looked back, until me, right now.I wasnt sure he was still here, last I heard he had cancer so its. My eyes opened wide as I realised that the dancers wore neither petticoats nor panties. As the skirts fluttered I saw their private parts clearly. I tried to remind myself that these ladies were minuscule but failed. The effect was as if I was seeing ladies of normal dimensions at a distance with their size reduced by the effect of perspective. I found myself concentrating on the movements of one particular red-haired dancer. The hair on her head lashed furiously as her head whipped around. Her. The man looked up momentarily then did a second take as if to confirm his original view, and then as they hurried his wife across to the foyer, he turned several times before disappearing into the entrance. The rush was incredible. Moments later we watched as the door to the foyer opened. The guy was returning to his car on his own, clearly now able to concentrate unhindered as he walked in our direction. Immediately my stomach tumbled as adrenalin pumped into our bodies. I whispered "Shall I".