"Hey," he said. "I never thought I'd see you during the week."I nodded. "I know. I'm not here much. Sorry about that."He shrugged and spotted Jordan. ..."Uh ... Hi."She waved and I made introductions. Jordan was all smiles, but Danny was suddenly very quiet. The few times we spoke, he was a chatterbox.I pointed at the built-in armoire, and said, "I've got boxes in there." Jordan turned to look at me with a big grin. She had her back turned to Danny and by her expression I knew she was going to do. Everyone seemed pretty cool, and I figured I could serve drinks in a dress as easy as I could in a pair of pants. So, I started dressing.It began innocently enough, just pantyhose and some low heels, makeup and a wig. I would wear shorts and a T shirt with this ensemble, and that was as far as I was willing to go. Well, what can I say, I liked wearing the hose. I liked the way they made my legs look, and they felt GREAT.I started wearing higher heels, and more makeup. I started getting a. Together they began to rise to the occasion, her nails raking his back, his arms supporting his upper body, her bra rubbing against his chest the nipples just making themselves felt through the soft material. They built themselves to a massive mutual climax her hips once more rising her back arched lifting them both from the soft mattress, with a cry of extasy that meant so much. They dozed together Adam and Eve, Hansel and Gretel, aunt and nephew… five minutes, an hour, who knows. Her bladder. " He left, being quiet so as to not wake Cindy. I heard his 1949 Ford as he shifted into gear and drove away. I went back to the bathroom and had a morning shower. I dressed and then went out for a walk. I loved the smell of the eucalyptus in the morning. Saturdays in our neighborhood were just like a small town back then. Some kids were playing ball in the street already. We all played baseball back then. It was always the most important sport to us. The boys anyway. I was getting some coffee.