" I said, "Do what, this is thetwenty first century, parents don't pick out future wives for their sons,maybe when you were young, but not know". Th...y just smiled at me andsaid, "It has all been arranged between the parents, your future wifelives in London, and we have arranged for you to meet her when youreturn".I was totally stunned, angry, and even upset. This was my life and Iwould do with it as I wanted to, and that was final. What a joke thatwas. No matter what I said, what tantrums. God Damn you, you’re hurting me.’ ‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asked. ‘Oh God no, you bastard, fuck me. Fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, I don’t care, just keep fucking me, you bastard.’ Suddenly, Ted remembered he had been invited to fuck her ass and looked to the bedside table. There it was, the K-Y Jelly on the nightstand, just waiting to be used. He paused in his motions and reached over to grasp the jar. With his cock deeply imbedded in her pussy, Ted opened the jar and spread a liberal amount. "I am not intending to show you dressed like this to your Dad andbrother. That would stop all at once." What then?" When I recognized your interest in female clothes I investigated on theinternet and also had several long talks with Nancy. You know, my friendfrom highschool who works now as a psychiatrist. We decided for animmersion therapy for you:" Whenever we two are alone at home, which will be most of the time withBob going to college next week and your Dad on travel most of the time,you. Stephanie is huddled up on her bed while Storm is glued to the living room window, watching the rain and lightning. She giggles and her eyes get larger as she claps her hands with any bright flash and the rumble of thunder, it’s how she got her name. She always seems happiest during the most violent of storms. She giggles wide eyed and runs to her room and sits with her sister, trying to comfort her the way daddy does with mommy, with her arms around her. Sandy just happened to be walking by.