They had just sent Chelsea to bed when thephone rang, and it was Ms. Reynolds!"Hi is this Carrie Williams?" Yes, who I am speaking with please?" Oh, H... Carrie, this Sylvia Williams and I met your little sissy girlChelsea today at the bus stop. She was giving a bottle to her babydoll...Nancy she called her." Oh yes Chelsea just finished telling me and my daughter aboutmeeting you." Oh, good I wasn't sure if she would or not." Yes, yes, she did, and she said you were quite nice to her. What. We had a friend staying over for the weekend as she had come up for a break and to swim at the beach, being from the bush inland and was sleeping in the spare room we had at our house. Our bedroom has double glass doors facing out which were open to try and catch a breeze, which really was a waste of time as there was none.It must have been around 5am as the sun was just coming up and the light was starting to shine into the room across the bed. My partner was finally deep in sleep exhausted. "A little of the hard stuff?" he offered innocently."Yes, please," she sighed distractedly, not really wanting the Crown Royal he was pouring into her glass, but not wanting to give away what she'd REALLY been thinking when the words "hard stuff" crossed those luscious lips of his.He handed her the glass and she took a tentative sip. He hadn't added much Crown. That was good; she still had work to do. Nodding toward the plush seating area near the windowed outside wall of the office, he took. "I didn't want to give the smug son-of-a-bitch the satisfaction ofknowing they had been. At the same time, it might have ruinedeverything to tell him at that point, what really got me off duringour sex was the thought of Angie watching Jason fucking me - andperhaps participating. I had learned early; Jason was an unapologetichomophobe and he regarded my sissy hubby as exactly that. That wasjust one more unattractive thing about the man, but I still neededhim. At the same time, he still had not.