When Iopened the door my mother, father and brother were waiting for me andRoman was there. They must have forced their way in after my distressedcall... to my mom, I could have died just then and there."Dylan, what the fuck is happening here?" my Dad shouted at me, mybrother was laughing hysterically of course because of his shatterednerves. In a twisted way he couldn't believe my look. It was notpossible."Shhhh Dad, let me explain," I told him while I seated in a noticeablefeminine way. . don't think about it.Glancing in the mirror quickly, I noticed I could see my nipples prettyclearly through the underwear. It was also pretty strange to have thatmuch cleavage showing. On me, that is. I gritted my teeth and found somelacey -- they were all lacey -- panties, pulling them on. The dresseswere another problem, designed to show what seemed like as much of mychest as I could get away with without breaking some public decencylaws. I found the most demure one I could, and that wasn't. She seemed to notice because one evening about a month before the trip, I came home from work to find her wearing those shorts I love so much. After the k**s went to bed for the night, she disappeared into the bedroom for a bit and came back out wearing one of her sluttiest lingerie outfits that shows off that perfect ass even more. I was already hard from the teasing all evening so once I saw her I knew I wouldn't be able to last very long."What's gotten into you?", I asked."You have. Your. He was an adult and should know that parents have to do those kinds of things for their children. So if it wasn’t the french fries, then what was it? She couldn’t believe that he had another woman on the side.At this point in time, Paul had been gone for five months. He was still paying the essential bills, including the mortgage, the utilities, the cell phone, and her car insurance, but that was it. The three hundred a month he was depositing in the checking account barely covered groceries..