I was wearing my very tight jeans with my strappy 4” heels on. As it was colder outside I had on a blue jumper but underneath I had in a very short ...white t shirt which shows off my mid riff and belly button ring. After a while I was getting the all the guys attention as I was stretching further for my shots. Bending over quite regularly and flicking back my long brunette hair. There must have been 12 guys watching my every move on and off table. I was enjoying every minute of it and so was my. Julie had long had fantasies about such an inclusion into those respected ranks when, if you walked into the pub, the bargirl would say “Thank you for blessing our house with the Goddess my lady.” instead of “Now then Julie wot are yer ‘avin’!” Now Julie was living that fantasy temporarily and, if it at present only extended to something as mundane as making toast and preparing a bowl of g****fruit segments, it was still deliciously exciting. Debra was busily whisking eggs in a big bowl with. Both my wife and daughters are in London shopping so who the hell is that in my kitchen. I look over into the full length mirror and catch a glimpse of myself. The door is over to the corner of the room and as I walk I pass the mirror properly. Even in my panic I look at myself and think. Hell I look good. The reflection is myself dressed up in my wife's Lingerie. A cute crop top with a black strapless bra underneath all padded out. Looking down I see that my cock has gone limp in my wife's. I was the only one awake and enjoyed the silence of the quiet morning, the time alone to reflect. I sipped a cup of coffee as I stared out the sliding glass door onto the deck and beyond onto the yard that seemed more green following the rain. Squirrels scampered about, birds landed on the birdbath for a drink, even annoying rabbits hopped about without a care. Apparently, the hail did no damage. My quiet moment was broken as I felt a hand take my hand. I turned to see my adorable little sister.