It made me somewhat self-conscious but I knew he was trying to help. When we stopped at the top of the stairs, I took my wife’s hand to walk down wi...h her.Me: “Thanks Professor Carter, and we’ll see you at your home office on Wednesday at 7pm.”Professor: “I look forward to it Wednesday. See you soon Colette. Drive safe.”We made it to the car and sat quietly for the 10-minute drive home. My mind was racing to make sense of all that’s happened over the last few hours. I learned things about my. Some times he embarrasses me; he can't seemto understand others. I just wish I had been born the man andhe the woman so he could understand how stupid this macho shitis."Henry perked up with the jibe at him, "How dare you say thatJanet." A now red faced Henry stood up and advanced on hiswife. I know what I know and DeeDee is a lesbian, andsometimes I wonder if she got it from you. Henry proceededto wag his finger in his wife's face. "Nobody in my Mom's orDad's family is homos" and with that the. She too was only in her bra and panties. Her set looked just like minebut red in color instead."Here honey, I think we will have you wear these tonight," Mom saidwalking over to me handing me a pair of sheer black pantyhose."Ok, mom," I said as she handed them to me."Do you need any help on how to put them on?" my mom asked."No, I got it, Um I mean, I think I can figure them out," I said. Did Icome off sounding too knowledgeable in the subject?My mom walked back to the bathroom. I rolled the. The man I love more than I could ever have imagined just a few days ago. But, I am wife number seventeen. His other wives show their bodies to him, seemingly, every chance they get. Some even have milk in their breasts for him to drink. He obviously enjoys seeing his wives scantily clad, and from what they tell me, nude much of the time while they are in their bedroom.She returned the robe to the hook where it had been hanging. With a deep breath for courage and with her shoulders back, she.