A sissy with a club, not very threatening, but hey just trysomething mister, with these kids! It?s whacking time! (Well probablyattempted whacking t...me, but whatever.)We take off with the kids in front, and Mara and I in the rear. I?vegot Princess Antiope on a leash and Dolly sort of attached to my skirts.We make terrible time. Every ten feet, it seems, we bump into aneighbor, or a school friend of the twins. Once we hit our first row ofhouses, the kids are really enjoying themselves. Mara. It seems as though the caretakers of the property are very trusting of their guests. We walk in and find ourselves in the back room of the church. Surrounded by black and white photographs of the old community, we gaze at old newspaper cutouts and maps that have been left on display for those who wanted to learn more about the community that once thrived in the area. It seems that a group of volunteers has been caring for the church and its property for many years, holding an annual remembrance. Have you got a condom, because I've searched the whole house and couldn't find any" No, sorry." I replied, beginning to worry that this could scupper the evening’s plans."I didn't think you'd have one. Never mind. You don't mind fucking me up the ass instead do you, only I don't take the pill, and I don't want to get pregnant." Er, no, actually that would be fantastic! But we'll need a strong lubricant... " I've thought of that," she replied and pointed to a plastic bottle of oil by the bed.. She easily transitionedhis outfits to the next level.He thought wearing a loose dress was going to be more comfortable thanthose skinny jeans. She decided that half measures were inexcusable so...The breast forms were glued on for the weekend. The D cup four clip bandbrassiere felt so much tighter than his first bra. The girdle wasreplaced with a corset that extended from the bottom of the bra to justbelow his groin. The dress was cut low to show his new cleavage which wasfreshly waxed to match.