." No no, I couldn't bear to stay like this, please carry on" OK, good choice, now I saw you looking at the CD in their lingerie and realised you must...be a closet sissy, so I want you to put on the lingerie on the floor next to you"I looked down and there was a pile of underwear lying there. First I pulled the bright red lacy thong, up my legs, it cupped my now tiny cock and balls nice and comfortably. Next I put on the black fishnet stockings ad pulled them up my legs without catching on my. “Yes, he and I, as well as your husband, all suffer from AIDS,” said Flo.Something seemed to occur to Berniece. “John, I don’t have it,” she said. Clearly, she was stating if not exactly overtly, that she was not the cause of me getting the disease.“Okay,” I said.“As I told you before, Bernie, it was another guy that got me in the program,” he said.“Yeah, Cabot,” I said. “Cabot was my cellmate for the last seven years of my incarceration.”“Yeah, Darrell,” he said.“Oh,” said Berniece.Just then,. ”Finally the wine was all drunk, and Rosie bid us goodnight. We both got undressed and Linda pulled on a nightshirt and we cuddled in her bed until we fell asleep.When I woke up the next morning Linda was already in the kitchen with Rosie. They were having breakfast and after a kiss I joined them. I said I needed to go home so I could shower and change clothes, and Linda asked to be picked up at 5 so we could go out.I headed home, and after a long shower crawled back into bed. 3 glasses of wine. Where most women dream of having children, Liz had a dog, a big, black Labrador with a shiny coat, named Beauty because she was her black beauty. She couldn’t imagine being married to a man and only having sex with him and no one else. She’d go crazy. In the way that some women need a man to give her a baby, Liz needed more than that. Liz needed an orgasm. Liz needed multiple orgasms. In the way that most married women live day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year,.