"There come times in your life when you step outside of yourself and askyourself if this is real life? This was one of those moments. I waswatching ...y wife putting me, her husband, into a corset. She wasdressed as a French Maid. So were Anne and Mary. This was perfectlynormal. But then my sons Frank and Joseph were wearing make-up likemine and corsets, wigs, nail polish and stilettos. Unlike me, however,they were, like their Mother and Sisters, dressed as French Maids."You have a choice. I loved going to Nashville. The scenery was always welcomed in my eyes. Beautiful women, good beer, barbecue… and then there was Sarah, the distant second cousin that I had forbidden fantasies about. It wasn’t new to her though. She had flashed me once when we were sixteen and I had spanked her after a family game of softball… discreetly outside the locker room. Of course, this was several years ago, and our bodies had matured by now.“Wayne, has your mother ever told you that it’s not polite to. Feel it and see how you like touching it. You make it get hard as you stroke it. Squeeze your fingers around it and make it real hard for me. I want you to get used to touching and rubbing it because I am going to teach you to suck like I did your pussy earlier. I like getting my cock sucked." She rubbed his cock for a long time then he put her hand on his balls. "Feel my balls. Yes rub them. I like that. You are learning fast to please me." They spent the next hour touching and playing with. He wanted her with him all the time, he wanted her to know that even when they were apart, she was still his, he was still hers. The beast of passion reared up, consuming them both. French clawed his back, wishing she could get closer, wanting to draw him into herself, to make him a part of her. She pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants and slid her hands beneath it, plastered her palms against the smooth, hot skin of his back, insinuated her hands into the back of his pants, gripped.