There'sonly girls clothes in there. I said. Yes, that's true. she continued.but I can't let you stay here by yourself. Lets just see if we can maybe...et you into something comfortable. With that she went to the closet andpulled out a blue skirt and a white blouse. But, I exclaimed I'll looklike a boy in a dress. Not so she replied., this is a skirt. But I'mstill a boy. I answered.Yes you are, but a very pretty boy. she said. A little make-up and no-one will know what you are. I knew I. A dance club none the less!My wife looked great in her tight jeans and top, her friends all looked amazing as well. The birthday girl in a short black dress looked delicious. We did the normal hugs and kisses and had a very nice dinner. The girls were all having plenty of cocktails before we went to the bar. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the birthday girls cleavage, and everytime she stood up I couldn't beleive how sexy her legs looked in her little short dress.She was sitting next to me at. ’Be at ease, father. We know your pains. Some will die in the coming battle, but we think you’ll survive.’ Their combined voices literally booms in my mind.THINK?!? They ‘think’ I’ll survive? That’s reassuring!I feel a hand on my shoulder, and jump, startled by Lela’s sudden presence.‘I don’t understand,’ she tells me through the nanites.I realize that once again, I’ve been broadcasting. Looking back to our kids, I see that they’re all sleeping. . . Or pretending to sleep.‘They just spoke to me. My eyes had now accustomed to the darkness and I could make out that there were three guys surrounding J. one was holding her arms behind her back and two were in front with their hands on her tits. I was also aware of the hardness of my own cock in my trousers and I had to rearrange myself to make it more comfortable"'er fucking brother was right," said one, "best fucking tits I've felt in a long time, pity she getting married to that guy, what's his name inside." Engaged, married or whatever.