There had been no letter from Danny. I called my best friend. She was the one person who would hear the desperation in my voice. She agreed to come ov...r after she put the children to bed. Good, I thought. It will be too dark to show her the tree. I won't say anything about it.But I wanted to tell her everything. I would turn on the flood lights and show her the tree. I would tell her about Randy and what we had done. How would she take it? Would she want to know all of the details? Would she. When Nancy and Carol grew up both would probably fight a never-ending battle with the scale, but at the time, who cared?Knowing that Nancy's parents were away — they were in Washington, D.C. for the weekend, leaving Nancy and her older sister alone — emboldened me. Though Nancy was passionate and permissive, she wouldn't let me remove any clothing. I soon found out why: she was expecting her sister to come home at about this time. And when we heard the sound of a key in a lock, we were able in. You want this Beth. You an I are going to be great friends Beth."As he spoke Beth was feeling it more and more. The heat was building up in her cheer panties and she started to moan. "Oh, feels good, umm, yes...friends..mmmmm....ohhhh"Pulling her cheer skirt up and tugging down on her panties with one hand, Mr Brown soon had Beth's hose covered ass so close to his face he was gently giving it kisses while he rubbed her pussy with the other hand. "You are a very wet girl Beth, I think you need. Owning and being served and obeyed by a sissy is incredibly rewarding andcomes with the responsibility we assume for the sissies we own anddominate that is ultimately what they need most and what is best forthem, not to mention the added benefit of being relieved of much of thedrudgery that our mothers and grandmothers experienced by assigningsissies to clean our houses, clean and iron our laundry, cook our meals,and maintain our yards and gardens. What most of learn in time is thatthe.