Spring turned into summer, nearly every day the News was all about the lottery ticket.The strap on her green purse broke and Wendy sniffled about it.�...�David, I need a new purse,” she hollered down the basement steps.“What?”The sound of elephants charging up stairs.I appeared in the doorway and handed her a package.“Happy unbirthday, Wendy,” I said.“Goof! My birthday was last May,” Wendy said.“I know, it’s your UN birthday.”She unwrapped an emerald green purse ... identical to the broken one.“Oh. "Once it was full I slipped into the soapy water, setting my laptop ona small stool just beside the bathtub, and began reading my story abouta woman who wants to once again enjoy fucking men with big, thickcocks, but whose husband is sadly smaller than average and not nearlyas manly as his wife might have hoped he would become one day. Toallow her to enjoy the type of sex life she wants, the wife devises aplan to make a sissy maid and cuckold of her pansy husband, forcing himinto the role of. “Oh God, this is getting outta hand,” she thought, with fear in her eyes.He ran the fingers of each of his hands on each of her bra straps that ran from her front to her back, found the hook and unhooked her bra. She felt her tits loosening in her bra cups that completely shut her down, emotionally.But as this was happening, so was something else. The more she resisted it, the more her own pussy said something very, very different.She felt her vagina wetting itself from inside. Sure, it has. “I am the last of the Priestesses, but I know there are other Paladins out there, and many friends of the Order. We must find them and unify them, and gather together as many young arohim as possible, for without them, our Order has no future.”Elaina and Smythe nodded obediently, with a prompt, “yes, Priestess,” from each of them.Before the Darkening, Paladins had been the mighty protectors of the Order, but Priests and Priestesses were the authority, their wisdom and knowledge guiding the.