I guess I always figured you would be, with me and Phil probably getting married." Have you thought about something bigger?" Bigger how?" I mean, have...you thought about all of you getting a farm and working it. Marrying all of them ... and me." Uh ... I'd love to. But can you do that?" Times are changing Daisy. Marriage between two women, or two men for that matter is becoming acceptable. The government doesn't dare try to prosecute for fear that the dam will break and plural marriages will. I wanted to focus on the conversation but I found it to be hard when looking at him. “No,” he went on, “it’s me. I’ve seen the way you look at me. How you keep avoiding me.” he passed for a short moment “…you know.” I wanted to ask a question but couldn’t form the words. Instead I watched as a pair of fangs crawled out from his gums. My heart began to race again, this time harder than it did the first time. I stumbled backwards as my head began to swim. “Fangs?” I mouthed to out of breath to. ’ I have all their albums. They are really great aren’t they?”“Yes … the epitome of smooth jazz. I just wish I could get my brother away from that “rap crap”.“Its probably just a phase. When we go to Hawaii, I’ll set him up with a good CD player, some excellent earphones and a good amount of good CDs. Maybe we can break him of that noise. Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.”“Did you just make that up … about the cheap music?”“No … I wish. That is a quotation from the famous playwright,. Amy told Kim that Randy came in "buckets". The pictures they sent showed that Randy had a huge erection. One last thing that Amy and Randy e-mailed was that they were turned on by a submissive, sissy cocksucker. Amy and Randy had fantasized about the man who would suck Randy's cock would be wearing women's sexy panties, and maybe stockings, garters and possibly lipstick. Kim really got off on that and so we began buying panties, stockings, garters, and make up for me. Kim practiced sissying me.