Still sleeping, Charles unconsciously pulled the blankets back over his head.She still felt the spot where his erection poked into her ass cheeks. It ...as pleasant but irritating feeling since she still detested her husband. 'We'll have a little talk later' she thought to herself, throwing on a robe to get the children up for Sunday School and church that morning. She decided to go along with the girls because she was still angry at him. After rousting her daughters out of bed, went into the. She felt her own blood rushing everywhere. She was even tempted to bite her lip until it bled. When the timer went off, someone called out lunch. The guys chuckled as they patted each other’s backs and high-fived all around. John got first dibs for lunch. He was aching for some baby back ribs, and I wanted his. ‘Peter, did you bring anything for lunch?’ I asked the tall man with the long salmon hair in a ponytail. He gave me a thumbs up. ‘Yes, I did. I had the Dutch fry cook me a pastrami on. . pussy like. Hmmm! Maybe pussy husband is better."As I was thinking about what she'd said, I recalled her two regulars calling me a sissy several times doing the evening. I thought of how matter of factly they did so, without emphasis or in a derisive manner. I of course was too cowed to be defensive about it. In accepting being called that, I even began to respond to "sissy" a couple of times when they forgot my name. I sort of found myself growing fond of the way the two men said it in. There’s only eight of us that play, but we still have a trophy for the winner. Krissy had won two years in a row, but this time Dee prevailed in a very hotly contested match. It might not have compared to Venus and Serena playing at Wimbledon, but it was fun to watch them go at it in their short skirts with their boobs flopping around. Something I don’t have a problem with. I had agreed to give Krissy a massage in the sauna if she won. She was taking her defeat pretty hard so I decided she.