Think about being Peter Pan someday.”She leaned over and gave me a simple touch kiss on the lips. Katherine closed my door wagging a finger at me.I ...ook a drink of water, started my playlist for the upcoming show and fell back to asleep.Including sexagenarian Mr. Stephen Schwartz, we were all on our way to Indianapolis to perform at the Old National Centre. Brian drove us all there handling the traffic and the bus wonderfully. Stu and the sound stuff was with us. He wasn’t sure if he would be. I SAID YOU DON'T HAVE TO AND WHEN TO MY ROOM, SHE FOLLOWED ME AND CAME INTO MY ROOM AND SHUT THE DOOR, I JUST LOOKED AT HER WITH A PUZZLE MINDSHE SAID I'LL TELL YOU, MY HUSBAND IS HAVING AN AFFAIR, HE TOLD ME YESTERDAY WHEN HE WAS drunk, I SAID OH! HOW DID YOU GUYS COME TO THAT CONFESSION, DID HE TELL YOU STRAIGHT UP OR HOW WAS IT?I WANTED TO KNOW HOW A HUSBAND TELLS A WIFE THAT HE IS CHEATING ON HERSHE SAID WITH A BIT OF ANGER IN HER VOICE, HE ASKED ME IF I WAS WILLING TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM AN. Judging from his response, my efforts were having the intended effect on him, but I did not want him to cum in my mouth. I climbed up and straddled his hips, and slowly lowered myself onto him in an act of ultimate penance. I directed his slippery knob into my already lubricated anal orifice, and soon I was bottomed out against his groin. After adjusting to the intrusion for a moment, I began to move, all the while watching has face as a reflection of his pleasure. My hips became a blur of. But, for now, it served the purposes I wanted most ofall. He would not be able to get an erection, and at least from thefront, his crotch would look as flat as any other girls. "Oh ... That...I stated matter of factly... would be your 'protection'... You see,SISSIES do not achieve orgasms... they only give them. ... And YOU areNOW, a First-class-sissy! Not to mention that I wouldn't want a horriblelittle bulge spoiling the look of the crotch of your pretty panties."Suddenly the washed out blush.