The light was dim but the lantern above them showed the tops of her high, firm breasts which lay in a gown so low cut as to be nearly without bodice.I... sat down by a macaroni wearing an embroidered waistcoat over his bulging belly. "Miss," I said, "May I be of service?" If you please," she said sweetly, pulling up her dress with her thumbs, "These gentlemen have worn out heir welcome." I say," croaked the one nearest me, "really Deborah, that is crude." It's not your business," said the one. She was fire and I was waiting to be lit. I moved to where she was dancing, her hips moving in time to the pounding in my ears which I could only assume was the music – or was it my own blood pounding, enraged, in my skull? Whichever one, the lust that pulled at me was too strong to stop now. I clashed through the crowd until her back was to my front, then I paused…I hesitated for just a moment, nearly afraid of her reaction. No. I had come this far. So with a quick hand I caressed the meat of. It was a coming out party so to speak and he had waited and planned this night for along time.Like many others he never knew where this desire to dress up had come from and he tried to ignore it at first. Maybe it was the fact that he had grown up with two attractive older sisters and that he was always in close contact with their clothing, especially during his week of doing the laundry. Maybe he was envious of their soft silky clothing.Their bras, slips and panties were in a variety of styles. “Just joking Janet,” DeRonda replied as she sat the glasses down on that same nightstand.DeRonda had me sit back down handing me my glass of wine as she explained it all to me. She told me that they had a honeymoon party where everyone came dressed as a bride and groom. DeRonda picked up the photo and as she looked at it.“We did make a lovely couple that weekend,” “But it was all in fun,” DeRonda said as she placed the frame back onto the nightstand.“Some day I hope I will be dressed like that.