He was told to sit on the bed."Each part of a boy needs to be pretty and delicate. That is what I holdas being most important, at the front of my mind... Your mother believesthe same. She had you dressed very nicely, my boy, but oh no, you had amind of your own." She was rolling a thick, light grey stocking onto herhand. "I am teaching you how unfortunate it can be for a boy to have thatignorant spirit of independence."Roger sat aghast as she rolled the stocking up his white tights, until itwas. “How is that not a problem?” I asked.“I’m going to have a friend. A fuck buddy if you will. You’ll see. But you ... when you move here, I expect this to happen as often as you’ll let me.”“Will it be often enough?” I asked her.She embraced me, pulling me into the deepest kiss we had ever shared. Her grin remained when it ended. “Yes, Joe. It will.”“You may have to call me to remind me,” I suggested. “I have a few ladies I love. And I have a feeling my crazy first wife plans on giving me. Sheworried about going to the beach with the tan lines and I told her notworry and that dinner was ready soon and I would put out somethingcomfortable for her to wear. I had a denim skirt and pink bra and tanktop that would look cute on her. She came down wearing them.As she was coming down the stairs Carol walked in the door and declared"Well who's the new bitch? That's not a Bitch, that's our sissy houseguest Linda told her. Carol said that she was cute but she needed alittle makeover. I told. As it was starting to get late in the day, we didn’t want to get caught in the park once it got dark. We needed to remember how to get back to this spot, so we got our stuff together, got dressed and headed down the trail. It was quite a distance longer than my last spot. And on the trip back I wanted to stop and get anything we had left at the old area. We turned off the trail and found my spot; we collected my very used and somewhat sticky and crunchy blanket and headed back home. Once I.