I found shoes at thrift shops and garage sales. Lingerie was obtainable via the mail. Life was good, I was thin, let my hair grow, and maintained a lo...w profile amoung friends and realitives. Then I met my 1st wife. she was about my size, height, and most importantly, same shoe size, (or close). I secretly dressed when I could, until one day she came home and found me in the backyard in some nylon stockings, and her tan colored high heel boots, wanking furiously. When I saw that she was watching. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she glanced around furtively, catching their various expressions as she stood, surrounded by Alan and the five managers. Hidden from view, yet in plain sight, Dani felt totally humiliated and yet reeked of unrequited lust and base animal sexual attraction for Alan and each and every one of his gorgeous, sexy staff."Daniella," Alan's distinctive voice was soft but it cut through the ambient noise of the busy surrounding pedestrians, "I believe I've already told. It’s not as though you can say hey Izzy I want to fuck your dad or would you mind if I did. I mean she was really into sex maybe she might not mind.It’s something to think about though, if ever I can find a way to perhaps broach the subject. In the mean time I saw that young officer in his whites and just as I had thought I would wander over and speak with him a bell sounded and one of the stewards shouted 30-minute warning for dinner. Di and Izzy came and together said,“Come on you have to get. ” She stuck out her hand to be shook. “Great name.” Ann replied, giving Solace’s hand a brisk shaking. “Sometimes.” Solace admitted. “Is that all our music?” Ann asked in awe. “Not all, just the pieces we’re studying tonight. It’s a helluva lot to learn.” Answered Solace. “I’ll say.” Agreed Ann, opening her own folder. The rehearsal commenced and all attention was riveted to the process of making beautiful music. The women had been chosen for their abilities and their potential for enhancing.