It was thenthat mom said something that changed the course of my life."Well don't." What?" I replied."Don't fight to hold this form because of us. If... you need to be male toavoid physical pain, then I think you need to do it. You're our daughterand we love you regardless." You're sure?" I asked them. When they both nodded, I replied, "Okay,"and changed.The rest of dinner didn't go that differently than it otherwise wouldhave. We ate, talked about the Twins (our hometown baseball team). David was fixated with stockings, tights, pantyhose, Lycra leggings, Spandex yoga-pants, knickers and panties, call them what you will, and he loved to play with her nylon-sheathed legs and her satin-clad vagina."Ok David. But I'm not taking off my tights; you can come on my legs and my pussy if you like," she bit his ear, knowing he would love to exercise his fetish. She wouldn't orgasm but it would be nice feeling his cock rub on her vulva. Marie guided David's penis between her legs and. She pulled me on top of her and parted her legs so that my hips were massaging against her hips and my erect shaft was probing her labia. I took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked on it slowly letting my teeth graze against it on occasion she was almost hyperventilating now but when my cock spread her pussy lips apart to gain entry she screamed out in ecstasy clamping down on the head of my cock which was only about two inches into her depths. Before she had a chance to recover I pushed. They thought it would be fun to take Dad’s precious Jaguar and make a grand entrance for all to see when they parked it in a prominent position on the forecourt. They decided to make a night of it and have a few drinks before going into the dining room for the slap-up meal they felt they deserved.Both had dressed up for the occasion and looked great. Needless to say, the men around them sensed the happiness and showered them both with drinks. By the time they went in to dinner, neither was too.