.. well..." I think I know what you mean, Terry. She was different tonight. Warmer," Wendy said."Sure, she was warmer and friendlier... but don't you ...hink she was... well... sort of..." Terry hesitated, unable to find the right words to describe his mother's unusual behavior."Sort of... seductive?" Wendy asked."Yeah. I guess," Terry said, almost to himself."In fact, Terry, your mother was just dripping with sexiness," Wendy said, resting her hand on Terry's knee."You think so?" Terry asked. Richard was dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do or how to react. He went back in to the kitchen to finish dinner. I followed. He knew that I was coming because he could hear my heels clicking on the ceramic tile floor. I stood behind him, rubbing my leather-clad body against his. I reached around and cupped his penis in my hand, stroking it against the fabric of his pants. Then I left. I waited in the other room until dinner was ready. Richard had a lovely house. Like the outside, the inside. .. or trademark, I forget ... infringement anyway.” he’d said “What subject is that?”“Oh, it isn’t. I got distracted on Wikipedia. How come you know so much?”“I read instead of using Facebook or Twitter or whatever you use”They watched Dr Who together, and agreed it wasn’t as good as it used to be, though the favourite Dr Who resulted in a three way argument which descended into a three way tickling contest. Perhaps that was the first time they had all let their guards down. You can’t maintain. There arethree girls working there, and each one hands me my sissy sticker andsmiles. Life is just one embarassment after another. I hope they can'tpeek at the caged sissy.She loves the way my stockings and garter frame my caged up littledickie.She keeps finding more reasons to make me go outside in herfavorite sissy outfit. I've hung out the clothes ,worked in theyard,checked the mail, and emptied the trash,wearing nothing butstockings, heels, garter,and of course my cb2000.I believe I know.