. take your best shot, Dad," Kathy uttered the last word heavily laden with scorn."First, I hope you don't mind my saying this in front of Ann. She is... no longer an outsider, but a... how can I put it? She is a member of our family now."He held up his hand to silence Kathy's protest, and continued. "I think, and I really believe this... that with your mother and I..." he paused, trying to formulate the words correctly, knowing their importance to everyone involved."I think that when Ann joined. Roberta spotted him and called him to sit beside her. We were in a booth, Bronwen and I facing Roberta and the unevenness had bothered even me.He was an Irish guy, Irish Irish with brogue and all. Redheaded, bearded but way too tall to be a Leprechaun. It was clear Roberta was besotted with him. Equally clear that the reciprocal was not true, but that they knew each other biblically. I proceeded to interview him. It's what I do when I meet new people. He was funny and oblique and who the hell. He said that her was pussy tighter than mine. I said that we should do that again as I liked watching him fucking and pleasing other women. We did go back but this time we ran into an old 90 year old man, he was sitting there with a big tent in his pants. My husband said that now it was my turn. We went into his room and closed the door. He said I was pretty and that he was sorry for his boner. I pulled his shorts down and told him I would help him with that. He then stated that he had not been. As we climbed out of the car I had a massive surge of self-confidence. Swaying my hips and making sure that my breasts wobbled; led the way into the party. The long wig, heavy make-up and sexy clothing were turning me into a completely different person; a very sexy woman. The first man I saw was Alex, the Sales Manager dressed as a Blues Brother.‘TWANK’ I hit his backside with the riding crop. He jumped with shock (and pain) spilling his beer, making his friends laugh. “What does a girl.