*They met up in Yates', had a pint, then walked over to the station forthe train to Greater Manchester. Max looked as laconic as ever in muchthe same ...utfit as he'd worn on their first meeting. The nights weredrawing out and it was still quite light.'So what's with the scarf, then? Fashion statement or something?' Maxsounded casual enough.'Oh, no.' Carl put a hand to it instinctively. It was definitelyunseasonable clothing now. The marks had almost gone, but if anythingthe rough edge to his. (at your discretion) Daily orgasms for you, his heat beside you as you drift to sleep, and an eager, attentive lover totally addicted to your touch - what’s not to love? No matter how busy or tired you are, you both have the time for this, I promise. Do it for a week, and you will start making time for it.2 - Edge him more than once. For most, this is obvious. But for some new to edging, it needs to be said. Don’t just edge him once and assume you’re done. Depending on his stamina (and how long. The wives were in no hurry. Making sissies twitch andfidget was fine sport to these ladies.The females -- the real ones -- began to chat about this and that, 'this'being the type of men they preferred, and 'that' being how their sissymates didn't meet any of the qualifications of the first catagory. Thoselow chairs grew less comfortable with the passing minutes. Pantiedbottoms shifted uncomfortably on their wooden seats. The wives discussedsissy fashions, and what sort girdle worked best. He rubbed soap all over me, and I loved the attention he paid to my titties and pussy. At one point he kissed me, and with his fingers lightly rubbed my clit. I breathed hard and moaned as he alternated between slow and fast. Electric sex feelings began to surge through my body. I was close to cumming, when he turned off the shower. He put both my hands against the shower wall, spread my legs, then toweled the water off my body. He led me to the room’s giant bed. We layed there for a few.