Her breast with their large aureoles looked like two vanilla scoops of ice cream topped with brown fudge. Her small, pillowed stomach looked so inviti...g. So did her auburn cover vagina. Her leg was spread apart from where we’d been sleeping and touching each other’s leg with our own. I quietly slipped out of bed and got back in and positioned myself in between Lacey outstretched legs. I gently kissed her vagina while I spread the lips to her vagina apart. I started to suck on her clit. Even. "I like doing this with you," she whispered, "Did you like watching Sandy?" "Yes," I replied, "So many times I thought I was going to shoot hot cream all over her." "But you didn't," Susan gasped, "You just stood there with your hard cock jutting out, are you touching it now?" "Yes, I am." "Why don't you slap it?" I hesitated and then I slapped my cock, hard. The effect was electrifying; I felt the slap from my head to my toes. "That's it," Susan breathed into the darkness, "discipline that. Of course, the other change was the sad direction of Gemma and Duncan’s marriage. If, as seemed likely, Gemma stuck to her guns and filed for divorce when we returned to Florida, then that meant that Gemma would be a free woman. And I’d have had to have been a very stupid man to ignore the way that this might change things between us. Right back on that first time, we’d met at the neighborhood swinging party, she’d made it clear that even at all those often tiresome PTA events she’d had her eye. Still, has any of us ever accepted it at first suggestion? You fightthe label. You resist the category."Are you sure about this test?" he asked. "It doesn't sound scientificto me. I'm not a football player, but I'm not a sissy.''"Oh, you're a scientist now?" No. I'm just not... a sissy? Right?" E.J. You were the highest-grading sissy we've ever had. Dr. Hardestysaid it was amazing you weren't wearing a dress. It's okay, E.J.Really, I find it fascinating. Have you ever ... submitted to a man?.