On the morning of that day Adam started to express doubts. On beinggrilled by Judy it seemed that he was still very shy being dressed as agirl in publ...c. He was painfully aware of just how boyish he looked,despite the clothes, the make-up, the hair style. Normally Judy wouldhave travelled by public transport for their big city was just one hugetraffic jam on a business day. However she relented and they left early,crawled in, and parked at a price that would buy a decent meal.Judy naturally. I should have agreed this first, but didn’t.I asked them how old the oldest woman they had ever shagged was. A little provocative, with hindsight. I can’t recall what ages they said but the ages were all younger than me.“Dare time” said Mike“Okay” I said, a little nervously.“See that empty wine bottle on the table?”“Yes” I replied“We want you to hitch your skirt up and rub it against your pussy” he said very clearly. The others were looking at me for my reaction.“No way” I snapped, a little. When the salesman from one of the companies arrived, I was at work. He started talking with my wife, and she apparently fell for his bullshit.I found out later that he told her his wife had just died six months before, and he was still grieving. That struck a chord with Helen, as her father had just died shortly before we moved.Helen was a very shy woman, (and still is) maybe that is why she fell under this asshole’s spell. Other than her family, she only had a couple of friends, and we moved. I was wearing a short sleeve, buttoned up white shirt of light, transparent material, a white bra under it, which was showing clearly under the shirt, I had a couple of the top buttons unbuttoned, with my larger sized tits, lots cleavage was flashed to the bartender’s eyes, I also was wearing a black pair of formal type pants, in other words I wasn’t dressed slutty or anything like that, but my flirting and slutty laughing and talking was kind of inviting in a way.Another guy of a bout the same.