" Christ." He grabbed her hand and hurried back to the campsite. When they reached it, Charles saw that the zephti was indeed in the process of having...her baby. When she saw them, the zephti whined in greeting, as if asking if they knew what was wrong with her.Charles immediately dropped to his knees next to the groaning animal. Placing a hand on it's distended stomach, he felt for the familiar contractions that signaled labor. Under his hand he could feel the muscles tightening. But something. She was delicious.All in pink. Ruffled garter belt. Pretty, fully-fashioned and seamedstockings. Killer, five-inch fuck-me pumps. And a delicate, pink bra,with cutouts exposing her throbbing nipples. I opened my mouth to invite her in, but the aggressive little pantyprincess had already covered my glossed lips with her own, depositingher tongue deep within my oral cavity.Oh my. Her perfume ("Poison," I think) was enflaming my nose hairs. Her soft,sissy hands were caressing my plump, smooth. I could hear the ladies commenting about how well I behaved. After a good ten minutes of licking my wife pushed my head away from her . She said stand up and show the ladies how your cock tries to get hard while being locked up. I turned toward the three eagar to see ladies. My cock had filled up the small cage. They walked over and one took my hard cock in her hand and asked my wife how long do you leave him in here before he gets released? My wife told them some times a week or two. Hearing. The memories were there, as fresh as if they had occurred just the day before. There was, even still, a soft tug at my heart; a longing for what might have been. But there was also acceptance, born of seventeen years of my life which had passed, but for her, which had, at least from my perspective, stood still. I could only hope she knew the progress I’d made toward becoming the man she had hoped, or even known, I would become.“That’s why he named you for her,” Karin said. “I loved her a lot,.