Theother sides of my hair curled into large cascading waves of golden blondenhanced with a fiery red highlights that fell into a large, full andthick ... to the middle of my back. I was stunning; my hair was styled witha mixture of sultry sexy and a precious pageant princess.Chapter Two: Falling further into FemininityWhen Mother and I returned home I changed into a charming light pinksatin spaghetti strap baby doll slip. The slip was simply stunning,flirty, had a sweetheart neckline and a darted. The women that stopped to help him seemed so nice. But he couldn’t remember ever reaching the house he had inherited from his parents. And here he was, stripped of his belongings and nearly naked in a well-furnished room of a splendor completely foreign to his upbringing. It appeared to be a large suite, like a luxury hotel room that he had only ever seen in the movies. The bed occupied a small room that led through a wide archway to a seating area. The smaller room contained two. The fervour with which she defended the doctrine of liberty and equality was uncompromising, but she would eventually concede in the interests of fraternity that it might well be necessary to dilute the purity of these principles.Although attendance at the village debates was far from mandatory, almost everyone came along. This was mostly because there was little alternative entertainment, but despite the high turnout only a few people such as Demure ever spoke whilst most other people were. The woman indulging in the show of sapphic lust in front of him couldn't possibly be his demure little wife, but it was. She was a torrid bisexual lover of men and women.As Cindy lapped and sucked, making obscene noises of happy occupation, Dan moved. Cindy opened her legs for her husband, displaying her own cunt to him – a cunt red and pink from the loving she'd had, and a pussy again showing a discharge of white cum that wasn't his; it was mine.In January I went on the Board of the Brockhurst.