I'd heard the word dike and knew that it was used in a negative way. So the fear of being outcast was always a weight on my mind during those early ye...ars. My parents grew somewhat concerned that I never dated nor showed any interest in boys at all. I was a tomboy and was neither accepted by many girls or welcome to play with the boys. I didn't really care. I had my own world and I knew when I grew up I'd find my own way and not become another sad wifey conforming to the sufficating suburban. ..The other night, the wife opened a bottle of red wine. This is always a good sign... without the wine, she's a prude, uninterested in any sexy times. But with a glass or two, she gets a little warm and a little turned on.She had three glasses.Twenty minutes later, she dragged me upstairs. "I'm sleepy!" she protested. But as soon as she got into bed, the sound of her magic wand came from under the blankets. I slipped off my boxers and started to stroke myself, getting ready for her. She likes. So off I went, beautifully turned out. See through blouse and no bra. Very short black skirt with splits up the side that allowed my stocking tops and suspenders to be seen and very high heels. I of course was wearing a full length Mac for walking through the streets. Gus didn't live far. When Gus opened the door he was positively drooling. I had the front of my Mac open and my breasts were visible through my blouse."Come in! Come in!" said Gus and ushered me into the front room that was his. "See the breakfast table, son? Do this for me, son...bend over and lay your chest against the smooth surface, and let Dad take care of you for a while." Of course I have no idea what you have in mind, but I do as I am told, because I am beginning to suspect that this will be the most important day of my life - and I want so much to make Daddy happy. as I lay my face against the table top, you drop to your knees behind me and lovingly stroke my bottom through my briefs - feeling the round globes.