Then the unthinkable happens the phone rings and it's 2 friends of my wife drunk and stuck in Rochdale. I'm pissed off and I can only imagine what he'... thinking being stopped mid flow. Whats worse is now she's involved in a fucking conversation with them both. I'm hoping the k**s weren't woken up as that's going to be the end of the night just like if they come over. The guy's travelled hour and a half to get here and then would face another long drive if he has to leave all for an hours worth. I sank down inside it and snuggled down deep and slept like a baby. I didn’t hear an alarm. Probably because I didn’t set it. Getting up was hard because that bed was divine. I had chores.I put on my new attire and I felt like I owned the house. But I was just the maid. I got the list out and started working on dusting the entire house. This fucking house was huge and it took three hours to complete. My feet were sore from walking in the high heels he insisted I wear while cleaning.Upon his. I hoped it wasn't my imagination."You have an interesting accent, Mr. Larsen. Where are you from?" she asked.I explained that my family came to the United States from Sweden when I was sex. Embarrassed, I apologized. "Sorry, I mean six." She laughed. "My parents are divorced and my mom went back to Sweden."She said something about the course I was taking and suggested a few helpful hints. I wasn't listening too carefully, having been distracted by the ruby brooch that hung above her. When I stripped nakedin preparation for the shower, there were gasps and giggles from all theother children."Ooh look! Michelle's got a proper stiffy look! Look it's pointing tothe sky! Cock-a-doodle-doo!" squealed Jemima, "What's she going to do-oo?"Suddenly, I realised that I was the odd one out. All the girls hadnothing to show of their urges whilst all the sissies only had shiny,little purple nubbins sticking out and down no more than an inch.Furthermore I had an untidy little wrinkled.