Even if the egg wasn't turned on yet, I certainly was. I could feel the lips of my cunt moving as I walked; they were already very wet. I couldn't hid... my blush, knowing that the egg hidden in my core could start vibrating at any moment, as if it wasn't already enough to just wear it in public. I had no idea where she was, but I could sense her eyes on me, taking in my flushed face, my legs in the skirt I'd decided to wear. At least then I would appear to walk normally. I was wearing a padded. Tom, Zena, Joanie, Maggie, and Shannon left with the promise to come back soon. They made us equally promise to come visit.Glenda and Martin sat droopy-eyed. I said, "You two need to go home and go to bed. Glenda, I'll fix coffee in the morning. I'll take care of the kids' breakfast too. You sleep in."She said, "No way. I'm the Grandma here. I'll be there with my kids for breakfast. Martin can sleep in for both of us. This has been a tiring day. Perhaps a nap tomorrow would be good."I walked. To each her own. If the husbandwas okay with it, where was it for anyone else toobject. That was their feeling, and they were prettycool people in general. Norma didn’t know a faithfulchurch lady, but knew she’d be welcome.Norma wasn’t raised that way, but the Adams family hadtheir own code of ethics and family values that Normaslowly came to accept. Norma grew up with only one typeof marital role model, and the wife was chaste andmodest. If any ever cheated, no one knew about. "You're such a lady, Keven Jeanne," he told me. "I really admire you. Too bad real women aren't like you. All these cunts today are out to fuck men over. It's gotten to where you're afraid to even look at them for fear of being sued or charged with sexual assault."After Jerry left it got quiet for awhile. I was thinking about what he had said about women today, how they are always trying to get men in trouble, and I was thinking about how advantageous it all was to me, as a ladyboi. In the.