“And they might be worth listening to, who knows.”“At least it’ll get Sienna out of her room,” said her mother. “The hours she spends, sit...ing in those headphones nodding her head playing along to something. She doesn’t even notice we’ve looked in half the time.”“Kimie is just the same!” Kimie’s mother chipped in with her anxieties, and they all had another drink while they shared their many fears for their young offspring. I smiled and sympathised, talked about channelling their energy, and by. The rest of the day was a blur as Amber called her department head to tell him the news before Mathew drove them all home.Some hours, and a few bottles of wine later, the three passed out in Amber and Al’s bed, still all fully clothed and cried out for the moment. In fact, that night spent together set an unspoken precedent, and each evening after Amber would grab a couple of bottles of wine and the kids would follow her to her room and they would snuggle, and drink and talk.The second night. I am soft andsomewhat flabby, so I have breasts. Much nicer. I mean, where the hellwould I hang my bra if I didn't have these nice breasts? That would be areal problem for me.I am a Sissy. Mistress demands I wear a bra 24/7. No problem! I luckedout again. I have nice size natural breasts (40B's, thank you verymuch!) Not many men are that lucky.So, the Mistress decrees and I obey. That is what a Sissy does and I ama good Sissy. Always have been and always will be. Which brings us tothe subject. Oh well, she thought, I'm already pregnant now. Not much I could do to change that.Jennifer had pushed the door to her bedroom nearly closed but hadn't actually gotten it to latch. She was underneath the covers naked, her little collection of sex toys she used to pleasure herself lying there on the bed beside her. As Jennifer felt herself getting turned on more, she reached up, cupping both of her breasts, diddling her nipples and feeling them both harden. The feel of her fingers on her tits.