I had heard the Ginger Rogers once saidthat a woman could dance as good as a man and do it backwards and inhigh heels. I guess she was right, at least...about the high heelsbecause when I did wear her gowns and practiced by myself, I alwayswore high heels, and it was difficult but it just wasn't the samedancing backwards solo.One weekend I was to find that out.My parents were on a weekend tour and their studio was closed.Have you ever done something that sounded like a good idea at the timeand. I didnt know what to do, but thankfully he did. One of his hands slipped off my waist, and slid down my ass and under my skirt. As his hand ran back up my ass I couldnt help but try to spread my legs slightly for him. He took the hint and slipped his fingers between my legs. It didnt take long for him to slip his fingers into my dripping wet pussy. I moved back and forth against his fingers to the music, feeling an orgasm coming on. Soon I was shaking against his had as I came on his fingers.. “Don’t forget me Pamela” No, No, No, she feels her eyes slowly open, a tube is up her nose, the room is bright white, she is lying in a bed. Pamela sees her mom’s face looking down at her with worry written across it. She hears her sisters voice from somewhere over her head. “You’re going to be ok, Pam, you in a hospital, you’ve been in a coma for five days! But the doc says you are going to be ok!” “What happened , where did Moon go!?” Moon? Pam, you are in the hospital, it’s daytime. I was wearing the wig the flat shoes and the trench coat. Under it was a bra, panties, suspenders and stockings. In a plastic bag I carried a pair of heels. There was no real destination just a walk outside. The feel of air warm air on my naked skin was as exciting as I walked around the streets admiring my reflection. Feeling in the pockets I found some sachets of condom and lube, some tissues and a piece of paper saying “Duke’s mound after 10.0pm” This was by the seafront but a quiet spot.