My other hand caressed up her thigh towards her sleeping pussy. As my fingers found familiar ground, Danni began to squirm under me. My index and midd...le finger parted the soft lips and I began to massage her clit slowly. Danni turned her head groggily, "Babe...?" I hushed her. I didn't want to be aware that it was my wife below me. My thoughts were fixed on my new young recruit. Alison wouldn't have spoken at that moment; she would have lain there and allowed me to use her body. Danni turned. 'I could help you and if the judging committeefound out you'd been helped to get dressed then any prize would beremoved. You know the rules.'Jim grunted. After so many years doing this he knew the rules insideout. A man in the Parade had to have dressed himself and even appliedhis own makeup. That was one of the two things that was practiced weeksbefore every parade: men putting on lipstick, foundation cream and eyeshadow so they looked perfect on the day.A week before the Parade you could see. "I don't think I could do that," said Julie."It's hard," Tim replied, "The breast bone is sensitive." The next picture showed a quotation under a woman's breast "Those hurt too, the ribs are rough." What about on the boob itself?" Julie asked."Not so bad," Tim replied. "Soft flesh is easier." The next picture showed a woman with her nipples tattooed to look like hearts."Ooh, that's pretty. How do you do that?" It's easy. Just a couple of patches of color, it only takes a few minutes. You do. I was just so silly."She put her arms around my waist and we hugged, but something was wrong. We kissed, a little kiss. We weren't comfortable together. The moon was just the moon and the night mist was just water. After a few moments she said that she really had to get home, and I walked her back up the hill to the party. I did kiss her good-night.It is a family curse that I often don't sleep, so in that one way the night was like all other nights. Those events. They were a puzzle, something.