” A nice guy? A NICE GUY?! He knew he should be angry, and yet he wasn’t. It was more so a pinch of bemusement that jutted through him as she made...this declaration. “Anyhow, so imagine how shocked I was to see you standing there? Oh my God, it’s like angels sent you to me!” She just simply rattled on incessantly, and it occurred to him that she might as well be talking to herself, for she seemed wont to seek any sort of feedback from her audience. She was too caught up pitying her own sad. At least I received a littlecomfort knowing I could touch my gorgeous sissy pyjama top. In doing sothe best I could and watching these lustful sissy images flashing beforemy eyes was becoming too much to bear. In a while my body tensed up allmy thoughts seemed consumed in only sissiness with me the mainparticipant. Closing my eyes as the pressure built below, suddenly as mybody jerked I felt the wetness enter my diaper I found myself cryingout, "I know I'm only a sissy!! I want to be a sissy. I can feel my clit harden, my walls getting tighter. All this anticipation and pleasure is gonna make me come, and I start bucking against your hand. I can feel your lips on my ear, your hardened cock pressing up against my ass. "You like that?" Mmmmhmm," is all I can say. I am about to peak in orgasm, and your hand is quickly removed, leaving me hanging and gasping."Not quite yet," you say, but I can't help it. One of my hands is sliding down my panties to finish what you so skillfully. Or filled with sarcasm.I, on the other hand, seem to have found my asshole switch ... and threw it."No." Please." No. I'm going to Marshall Music."Just about then Millard ... you know, Dean ... Millard said, "Marshall moved." Oh?" I asked."Yeah." he chuckled, "To Frandor."June looked inordinately pleased about that.Dean ... you know, Millard ... said, "Your mother called. No Drums!"Aaarrgghh.I had to call the airport, Charley said he'd pick us up on the north end of the center ... aaarrrggghhh.