Singing? Laughing? A combination of both, really. It had to be some of the hands coming back from that dance. They lived in the quarters nearby. What ...f they were to come in and find her here... and dressed like this? Instinctively Janice grabbed her gown, clutching it to her naked body and feeling a little sick."Hey, should we check the barn?"Janice thought she was going to faint. Pressing back harder against the wall, she wished she could disappear."Naw, man, come on. I'm too fuckin' drunk to. Maybe you've read them.My wife, Karen, is my sounding board. She will be reading, then she willturn to me and say "How about lesbians on a cruise?" Or "How aboutthreesomes in a college ?" Sometimes, I'll sound out the story to her.The wife who wants to cuckold her husband. The man who wears a dress tochurch. The priest with panties on.Tonight, I am writing a sissy story.I love sissy stories. They are fairly finite, but they leave a lot ofroom for character development. Oh, the guy must. When you pulled your cock out, I thought, 'How the hell could she fit something that big in there?!?' "I stopped. Had I read that correctly?The card in question had a cute drawing on its cover, displaying three pigs, and a penguin waddling up to a geriatric wearing sunglasses.Opening the greeting, I read the punchline:"Ever since then, I wanted to fuck you; and now, here you are!"It was the same profession the Rubenesque redhead made, as she extracted the fuck junky's jean buster from her. The next thing I noticed was the sudden change from casual clothes to more sexy looking outfits. This was followed by her all of a sudden having to work late two and sometimes three times a week when she had gone the past three years without having to even work late once. The final nail in the box was when she started claiming headaches when I tried to initiate sex and then my finding her diaphragm gone from the cabinet. I just hoped that I hadn't screwed things up by voicing my suspicions to.