Me: While you two have a family moment, you think you could dish up the Lunch Lady Special for me.Waitress: Sure Miss Iris ... Daddy, fix her a specia... ... You want tea with that?"Me: Of course. I don't see Miss Sadie is she okay?Boxer: She is feeling poorly these days, but she does come in now and then. Mostly on Friday when that lady who cleans her house can drive her over.Me: Shit I really hate to hear that.Waitress: We all do. Miss Sadie is like family.Me: Yeah she is.After that the food. It was a sissymodel in this pose, he seemed obsessed with this particular sissy modeland the way she dressed. You'd looked at the pictures of thisparticular model, always wearing the frilliest, sissiest, silliestoutfits with thick pink lips and nervous eyes. You knew how much thosepictures turned him on. You'd studied the pictures for hours....No, that whole outfit hadn't been your idea, but you bought the outfitfor him weeks ago, and you've tried it on, and you've posed in it infront of the. I felt her move as she slid her leg between mine and started rubbing into me. It was too much. As exhausted as I was, I still had the energy to move through my first anal orgasm. It was different, not as hard, but just as beautiful if not more so. I almost cried when she pulled her fingers out. She got up and went into the bathroom and returned with a cool wet towel which she used to bathe me so gently I almost went to sl**p. I was destroyed, but unbelievably, I wanted more. She lit the. “Mmmm!” Arlene said. “You want some of that?” She pushed me down onto the bed and flat on my back. “How's Mr Sensitive today? Oh, looking good,” she added, her breasts resting against my thighs as she sucked me. She manoeuvred us over to one side and the bed rolled like a boat as our spouses landed and assumed the same positions. Arlene seemed to enjoy the symmetry, or perhaps the camaraderie, as two women gave head to two men. She reached across and I thought she was going to touch Geoff's.