And if you get rid ofeverything now, you'll regret it."She paused for a moment, sitting back in her chair and taking a sip ofher coffee."So, why are y...u dressing up?"I opened my mouth to answer, and after a moment, I closed it again. Iwanted to answer, but I couldn't. I don't know why these urges werewith me. I knew they were wrong but I couldn't stop myself from givinginto them. I considered my answer."I don't really know why I dress up. I guess the best way to explain itis, that I have a. .. that's... hm... I don't know."I could hear my wife giggle at this."Why don't *you* tell her about yours. She is after all a girl and it would be more helpful to her if she knew your." All right, I will." Well?!"She glanced over at our son who now was all ears and showed it without any embarrassment."It's my... it's my... it's the inside of my thighs!" she finally blurted out."Oh," I heard my son sigh."Oh. How?" Belinda asked."What do you mean, how?" How do you want to be touched there?". "Stop sluts and clean your toys," I demanded. "Be sure to lick them clean before you put them up.Both women with moans of regret got off their a****ls and started lapping them with their tongues before carrying them back to the bedroom. Their asses were still swinging in back and I knew if I let them carry on any longer their butts wouldn’t be good for anything else today. I had them clean up and house and do laundry for awhile to try to cool them off a bit.As I rested my cock was starting to. Right from the start there was a major struggle, oftencontentious, about Derrick being involved in the wedding party. Elleninsisted he have some role; Heather didn't even want him invited. Thefinal decision took some delicate negotiations.Since the wedding had two brides and no groom it was decided each wouldhave a maid of honor. Ellen asked Nancy and Heather asked his sisterBeth. Ellen had three of the girls from work as bridesmaids. Heatherhad his three former motel roommates on his.