There's no point in delaying this, I rip my clothes off and toss them somewhere, who cares about my stuff.We kiss. Our lips embrace like a hug from t...o life-long friends. This isn't why we're here but our lips don't want to leave each other. My tongue slides into her mouth, a warm welcome. Her tongue wrestles with mine, playfully, a friendly game of tackle football. I of course let her tongue win. My hands are all over her body, squeezing, feeling, pulling her closer, creating friction,. ."Now I knew the pantyhose's weakness but I also knew the pantyhose almostcertainly knew I knew which meant any advantage I had in knowing this,the pantyhose knew about. Added to this was what would I use thisadvantage for? I enjoyed having the pantyhose on me, penetrating me. Iwas enjoying every aspect of our interaction.I now knew that my masculinity was still somehow accessible, whatever thepantyhose had done to me could, somehow, be reversed and the Rocky horrorpicture show was the key. Woman of all walks of life and persuasion laughed at these male-pussies, these boys-without-balls, these droopy-dicks. The most popular expression among young, giggling girls to describe such men, these pathetic pussies, was 'Tiny Toms'.So Tiny Tom pussies became the male norm and women boasted and bragged, kept the men in their place and thought they had won at last. But life is not that simple. While Tiny Toms had lost any semblance of masculine power, control and virility, they had attained. After all, she still had almost three years of high school to complete. There was plenty of time for discussion and decision. I didn't make a big deal out of the remark and the conversation moved on to other things.At the end of the day, it appeared to me that my unusual wife had shown herself to be quite a decent fit to our family. I can say that I felt relieved, even though I entered the weekend with few doubts. But you never know.There we were, standing in the driveway waving as our guests.