Chapter 2Alan woke up around eleven in the morning after sleeping nearly twelve hours. He was extremely grateful that it was the weekend, and even mor... grateful that his hiking trip had been delayed. Combined with his two naps, he'd finally caught up on what felt like a sleep debt that had been building for weeks. If anything, he'd had too much sleep, and felt groggy. He was in the perfect kind of lazy mood for spending the day doing nothing of importance.He considered going downstairs in his. After spending the full day touring the town, I picked up sandwiches and a bottle of wine and we had a picnic dinner on a nearby beach in a state park. We celebrated the sunset with a solid hour of kissing. Back at our hotel, Rosalind said that she was still a little sore and so we cuddled and kissed the evening away. Right after breakfast the next morning we checked out and went to Stonington which is only ten minutes away and we spent the morning touring several of the many art galleries. She looked down n told sir isn’t that thing in your pants hurting u why don’t you just take it out he will feel free in such a good atmosphere, I was shock hearing such words from her mouth n happy too, I said I can’t do it why don’t u do me a favor take that thing out for me with your own soft hands he will be more happy.She sat down n slowly touched it over my pants, I told her to hurry its hurting me more now she slowly opened the hook n zip off my pants n pulled it down my legs I also. "Stacey wasn't so sure.It was a lot like a girl's nightie. The kind that his sisters Susan,Madison and Amy wore when they sat on Daddy's lap before bedtime andkissed him goodnight.It wasn't very manly.Skimpy would describe it best. And diaphanous, though Stacey would havecalled it "see-through."Submissively, though, Stacey held his arms up and allowed his "husband"to dress him in it.Well, it was cool. Breezy almost.Though too short for Stacey's taste. His "boy's things" were.