Seven o'clock and I'll wear the black dress. See you then." Her voice sounded upbeat and he breathed a sigh of relief.Junior happily swapped his new t...uck for Dad's Lincoln for the evening when this father explained that he too had a date and it was with someone he had known for a very long time. He showed Junior a picture of his first truck and explained it had been his "wheels" when he was dating this lady."Just don't hit anything, Dad. Are you sure you can drive a stick shift?" Yes, Junior,. No one gave him a second glance on the walk home. He returned to his apartment, well before eleven, a few smudges of eyeshadow and foundation still on his face, but the bag with his make-up, wig, and women's clothing was long gone, deposited into a carefully chosen dumpster that would beemptied in a few hours. Mr. Mendelsohn promptly took a hot shower, followed that with a cold glass of milk, and managed to be in bed before midnight. The next morning, Mr. Mendelsohn arrived at work promptly at. "I don't really want to get in your way and all." She gave me her sweet smile, which was enough to light up the darkest caves. My sister had always been such a sweet person, she's not like those big sisters that always look down on their younger brothers. "Would you like a snack?" she asked me. "I know how hungry you get when you're hot." See what I mean? The woman is an angel without wings or a halo. Since our father had died a long time ago and Mom worked an awful lot, she and I spent a lot. He always knew I had a thong on. I mean He would just rub my ass so deep that it was clear I was wearing a thong. He would rub my thighs soon after. It seemed like whatever got him closer to my pussy he would go after. We would be sitting side-by-side and I would have my legs cross and he would just put his hands in-between my thighs and squeeze and rub them. On several accounts the back of his hand had touched the font of my panties. He would sometimes just pull my legs apart if they were.