Today my sweet young daughter was 18 years old. It didn't take me long to dress up for the occasion. Truth be known, I have always enjoyed dressing up... in women's clothing, occasionally even trying on Karen's sexy lingerie. In fact, I was wearing a pair of my daughter's panties under my jeans when Karen and her best friend, Nikki, came home from school.When I saw Nikki, I almost went wild with lust. Karen's girlfriend was as tall and slim as I was. She wore the tightest-fitting leather pants -. There were about 20 buttons on the dress and she asked me if I’d help with them. So I knelt on the floor in front of her and began at the bottom while she began at the top. I took my time, thoroughly enjoying helping her dress. I worked my way slowly up the dress as she worked her way down. When I reached the button by her crotch, she moved in a way that caused my hand to touch her pussy. I left it there, letting the back of my hand push into her as I worked on the button. She didn’t move away. ’ If I was weak, I was going to enjoy it. Assertively, I grabbed her by the back of the neck as I moved in to make out with her. Molly gladly reciprocated, her breath caught in her chest as she kissed me back. With one hand on the back of her neck, my other travelled down her clothed body, exploring her modest curves and telling her just how much I loved her body.Both of us knew we shouldn’t be doing this, but for now, in this particular chapter in our fucked-up lives, that’s what made the both. I followed her again until I was sure she was headed home then I went to get something to eat and think about what I'd seen.What was going on? Who was that woman? Was Clare having a lesbian affair with her? Finally, how do I get the answers to my questions? My thinking was a little confused as I ate but it came down to, should I hire the investigator to get the answers or do it myself? Finally, I decided I would try and get some information myself so after finishing my lunch I went to a nearby.