Donna and Ashleigh had been lifelong friends growing up, with their families’ farms right near each other. Ashleigh had always been the headstrong ...ne, always the leader in their clique of friends, the dominant personality, she was not a small woman, but built, from working on the farm. She was a solid 140Lbs, broad shoulders, shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair, small breasts, and overall powerful. Donna was the opposite; she was the follower, with a somewhat timid personality, she was. As much as she had thought about Jasen since they had met, and as much as that had been amplified after running into him again, she wasn't looking for a repeat. To have that happen would mean ruining what small amount of reason she could give to that night. It would mean he had truly only been looking to get laid, and offered a ride because he thought she would give it again. Her heart beat rose to her ear drums as she stared at him, only patience on his face while he waited for her answer.. She would come home and find large cum stainsleft behind in her slips, skirts, and dresses put there by her sissy sonKurt and his sissy friend Derrick. Kurt and Derrick had been so deeplybrainwashed as sissies by Ronnie's mind power that trying on new femaleclothes always put them on the verge of orgasm.Kurt's mother's bedroom mirror was a disaster too, the two sissies keptgetting so aroused looking at their own feminized faces that they wereconstantly ejaculating on their reflections. Even. I amnot sure what I was thinking but it was not that."Wow," he said.I offered him a soft freshly manicured hand, to lead me to his car, andto an evening of bliss.Of course, the problem is that fantasies are make believe, and this wastoo. The reality was filthy. This goddess that he was admiring was aman in disguise. A previous drug addict. A man who had disposed of hiswife's body so that he could take her place and appropriate her welfarepayments. A villain, but with a noble motive - my.