We shared the same soul, the same secrets, thesame view of the world. If you break down the word sissy, it's short forsister. In slang, it means a boy...who acts effeminately. Well, we weretrue sissies, then. We were indeed effeminate. And we were sisters.I got out of the hospital, and slowly my chest healed. I went back to mychores. My mother still came by - to see her "daughter," she said.Martha was still evil.One day, I was in the market. To buy fruit, although that sounds alittle redundant.. “And?”“Um ... reach inside my shorts and pull out my cock.”“Goody,” she said with wry curling of her lips, wiggling my cock out. “And?”Feeling more empowered I said, “Get down on your knees.”“Yes Sir.” She dropped to her knees and looked up expectantly.I always loved the way Colette catered to me and anticipated what I wanted her to do. I never felt one way or the other about it, just expected her to be in control. I didn’t want to sound silly but said, “Put your tongue in my slit and make my. I had no idea what Jeff’s boner was going to look like since mine and Dale’s were all that I had to draw from. I only knew that Jeff’s dick was going to be bigger then both of ours. Neither of us could sit still as we waited for Jeff to turn around. It seemed like an hour even thought it was only minutes, but eventually he did.“Okay! – You guys ready to see what big, hairy dick really looks like?” Jeff asked.“YES!” We both said in unison and our reactions were not fake in any way.“Wow Shit! I. ——————————————————— A double burger with bacon and cheese, a side of fries and a large coke. Now that is how one celebrates a birthday. OK, as birthday meals go a good steak would have been better but it was not in the plans even though it was my birthday. It sure as hell beat the ‘eclectic’ place my wife had dragged me to earlier. Happy Birthday number 38 to me. Yup, it is my birthday and while I am not big on celebrating it you would think I could at least eat at a place of my choosing..