Then started the round of marijuana laced drinks. That was when people stopped caring about their clothes. My wife had the foresight and left for home...to clean up. Women of all ages of the neighbourhood were displaying their cup sizes in full glory – tits in tight kameez and t-shirts were everywhere. I flirted with most of the women and fondled most of them. Honestly, all men were doing the same. It was a slutfest out there. Most of the women didn’t really care about me touching them, cupping. She like the way I would become more passive in our love making when we where both in panties. And it seemed to make here more dominate. We soon added more female clothes to my wardrobe and in a short time I not only had panties on but a bra garter belt and hose. I loved the feel of the soft nylons on my legs as I rubbed them together. And my wife loved to feel my legs up and watch me wiggle in excitement. One day she asked me if I wanted to try something different in the bedroom more than. I opened my eyes. Dammit! I fell asleep. The clock said it was nearly 2 o'clock. Dammit!I heard a sound and listened. Footsteps. Someone was awake. The bathroom door closed. If it was Lyla, this could be my chance. I grabbed a cannister.The lights were out but I could see sufficiently. I stood near the closed door of the bathroom. Lyla exited. She wore a long night shirt which was what Zoe always wore at night too. She headed toward my daughter's bedroom."Lyla," I said in a stage whisper.She. Show everyone where they can get some sleep. We'll deal with everything in the morning."How could Wendy sleep, having seen the god named Anthony?Nona had no idea what they expected her to do.She knelt down next to Cathy, hands trying to comfort the poor girl. She was not alone in this. The blind boy, whose name escaped her, knelt on the other side, hands on her bare arm, saying her name, trying to get some response. The amazon knight knelt before her, confused and angry. And, Cathy..."Why why.