Yet the baby in her arms was now him too! She feltstartled and very bothered by it. The baby in her arms was just aninfant... a precious infant - an... the Sissy at her side was her servant.Two Sissys! Yet in her odd dream she was sure that somehow they werethe same person - one being.Over and over she tried to think of ways to prove to herself that shewas wrong, that they were different people, totally separate. Theyacted completely different and separately, showing no connection to. She convinced Mr. Wentworth to divorce his wife and marry her. This is exactly what happened. She stated for many years she was very happy and she sued all of her skills and talents to keep him happy in the bedroom. He pampered her and spared no cost to cave in to her every want and wish and Angie had all the best plastic surgeons, trainers and spas in the world to hone her body to the condition it was now in. As the elder Mr. Wentworth became less and less active in the bedroom it was Angie’s. ’ She looked at me, and my legs, and then my erect cock. ‘You seem to be enjoying them? Curse you and those tights, if you ever take them off you’ll not need your manhood. By the goddess I swear this!’ Sophie grinned, slurring her words quite badly. She laughed. ‘What?’ I said, not taking my eyes off my legs. I couldn’t believe how amazing they felt. So smooth and so sheer. I was rubbing my hands up and down. ‘What’s so funny?’ ‘You! You wearing my tights. You look so funny. With your cock in. As I undid her skirt I knelt between herthighs, inhaling the scent, as I dragged and slipped herdrenched panties off. Cuntdrool and sperm began to leakfrom her soaked swollen pussy and her puffy anal ring thatused to be pink and now was a dark red. She had been pumpedhard and often. I looked up as she sighed, softly smiling, herhead lolling on the sofa now. I should put a blanket overher nudity now, do that one game she taught me once, put herused panties over my head and suck at the crotch.