"Very well then," Johanssen said. "I'm sure you are the expert on these matters." Observing my nervousness he addressed me directly again: "You needn'... be concerned, Mr Barrow. The experience is at worst unsettling, but it is by no means unpleasant."A very quiet "Hear, hear" came from across the table, followed by a muted chorus or laughter."Very well; let us begin, for I have several tales to tell. Stevens?"The butler appeared silently once again behind Johanssen's shoulder; he wore a pair of. ."write or call, me soon!" But Ann never called her by name!Now, I knew I could not play the part of a sex goddess as well asRosalinda, but for some unknown reason, I felt the need to feel veryfeminine, wanton, slutty, and just express my deepest feminine desire. Ideveloped a deep need to be treated as female in every way possible! Imade a visit to the beauty parlor, and had a set of extra long acrylicnails applied, painted bright pink with rhinestones glued on. Later, Isearched my wardrobe. " Don't forget that I'm a bitch on the tennis courts." Only there?"Gwen swatted his arm and grinned. This was what made their marriagework, the banter, the laughter. It was the most intimate part of theirrelationship.And the sissies danced on.Every couple of weeks, the Johnsons found themselves in Diversions,taking in the scene as if it was an art gallery. They didn't play like alot of adventurous couples out there, but they talked about it, and theylaughed about it. They practiced some mild. Jessica brushed my head nonstop and licked her lips too while maintaining that lusty look too. I could tell why Ben loved her so much, but of course, it stumped me on how he'd possibly share her. Nevertheless, he did, and I enjoyed her all I could.I tasted her nipples like they were candy, and I was trying to get the best sugar rush I could. At the same time, and wanted to get even more. I couldn't yank my tongue back into my mouth if I wanted to because she was yanking my head all over."Oh,.