“Why are you calling me?”“I can’t just call you? Pick up the phone and ask how you are doing?”“What is going on?”I never could put anyth...ng past her.“You intimated that you had a proposition for me. Are you going to meet me?”I could hear the confusion in the silence that followed before she responded.“You’re here? Now?!”“Yup, Cinesphere in the background, looking out at the lake.”“Don’t move. I am on my way.”I did not even get a chance to say goodbye. I put the phone away, then pointed my. Alice stroked the front of his panties, he erected and his little sissyprick pushed against the fragile nylon panties. He felt his sissy prickerecting inside his panties. He became aware that the women had noticedthe tiny bulge in his pink panties, they're derisive mocking laughter."No, oh no please no." he begged.She smiled; years of prostitution had taught her what turned sissieson, she continued to fondle his sissy prick under the nylon.She knew the right words, "Yes Cynthia you are going to. ”“When he arrived to pick you up, we instructed Chuck to pretend he didn’t know us,” my wife said, “we needed to figure things out.”Sherry was silent for a moment. Finally, she spoke.“Well, what have you figured out? The other guy was Chuck’s uncle, by the way.”“Since we all enjoy Chuck, you’re just going to have to share him with us,” I told her, “We don’t plan on giving him up.” “But what about his uncle? You don’t mind if I have sex with older men?” Sherry asked.“No. It can be quite a lot of. .my cock and cunt freely available under the table.. in a dark corner... or out in the parking lot bent over the hood of a car.. and maybe a tall thin black dude with glasses follows us out to the parking lot because he's been watching us.. and he knows that you're feeling me up under the table.my eyes have met his while you've been stroking my cock making me work to hide the waves of pleasure that are pulsing through my body.You've been watching Him watching me. He's been watching the flush.