The world has changed so much, I can't think of anything that would draw them to me after all this time. I'm ... I'm frightened, Tamara ... I'm so sor...y this involves you and the kids..." Ok. You're sorry. You're sorry. I ... can't help feeling betrayed, Gene. I can't help that I feel like you've lied to me, put our family at risk. You should have told me. You should have given me the respect I deserve in this. We trusted each other, were so open about everything else. You should have trusted. Cathy spun her head around and was about to speak. I knew what she was about to say. “Ok… wear them to school… at home though.” The look on mum’s face was priceless. She smiled and nodded… “Yes master”…which once again brought a large grin across her face. She skipped off into the hall... grabbing her books she bounded out the front door. I knew by the expression on mum’s face that she knew what was coming next. “Take them off” I said softly “But Ross…I need to wear panties and tights with this. But with so many to choose from and the looks the girls always got, I usually do well. Most years, anyway!Like many high-end hotels, the ballroom and even the restrooms were lavish. Dark marble tiled, waterfall sinks, floor to ceiling walls for the stalls. None of that registered this year because I came in here to catch my breath. There was a woman I didn't recognize who seemed to appear in my view at every turn. She was strikingly beautiful, dark-red sheath dress, tall and slender, and tanned. For a second I thought she was staring at my crotch but then she leaned up in her bed to hug her old man. Her g****fruit sized tits pressed into my chest as we hugged and I had to pull back slightly after a few seconds of hugging. I told her to get dressed and meet us in the car and we'd get lunch.While we waited, my wife enjoyed staring at the other students and commenting on how skimpy the girls seem to dress now. I didn't mind because my wife was telling me to look at them, strutting around.