..mommy....I feel so.....so......I feel like a sissy.....I'm asissy mommy......a SISSY!!!!!!! Oh....oh...oh." She didn't understandwhy he was calling ...imself a sissy, but she tried to imagine what asissy might look like...he sure fit the bill! "Yes my sweet baby....youare mommie's sissy......my sweet Chrissie.........that's it. Sweet SissyChrissie!" As she said that he let out a groan that started out as awhimper...but soon became a series of gasps of pleasure. She felt hispenis lurch right. Many people were roaming Florida with just the clothes on their back. Even washing in rainwater had to make her clothes smell better than they did when I first opened her "tomb". She had been sent on her way, obviously excused from her "job" of taking care of senior citizens with their daily needs at their homes. Why someone with her education was doing that was beyond me. She was a top notch commercial artist and accomplished draftsperson, specializing in CAD design and geological CAD. She was. ” She said as she winked and ran out of my room, being careful not to make a slamming noise. This “date” is going to be very interesting! Jessie got her wetness all over my shorts, so I obviously had to change. I opted for a black cardigan and black slacks. Jessie was radiant, in a yellow sun dress. She never wore dresses. I’d say Jessie was a T-shirt and baggy sweat pants type of girl. But then again, I have been away for three years, so maybe she matured more than I knew. Mike wore a white. On the way back I thought how great it would be if I could do all that I saw with my aunt. I used the door key and entered the house. While I entered inside I saw my aunt watching TV. She did not hear me come in. As I went close I was shocked, I saw her masturbating and squeezing her breasts I know knew she was sex starved. I slowly went out again and this time rang the door bell. Since we used to sleep in the afternoons I went to lye down after half an hour she came and said that she was not.