WasBishop Price getting fresh with my Mom under the table? What made herblush so bad when she first tried to stretch for her heel?My dad interrupted o...r thoughts as he spoke up, "Did you hear me,Jayce?" Uh. Oh. Sorry, Dad. I was mentally preparing myself for tomorrow'stest. What did you ask?" I said, trying to be apologetic."I was just asking if you could tidy the house and do the laundry soyour mother can get the dinner ready without too much stress onTuesday?"I cringed knowing this would cut. I just wanted to keep fit and look after my physique, in which I had that deeply narcissistic interest which |I have already mentioned; I just loved looking at myself naked in full length mirror and no one could have been a greater admirer of my cock than myself. All in all I thought that I looked absolutely terrific naked, but what did others think of me? I really had no idea. Although I was not yet sexually active in New York, I had given a lot of thought to what was generally called ‘safe. Every ejaculation of nectar I’d ever given myself, or been given, recollected…redistributed in millisecond of time, just as theirs had been. Pure ecstasy…in the purest of forms perhaps. But by the bewildered, almost frightened looks on their faces as sanity came back, as reality and self awareness came back to them, I knew then it had almost been too much. Too much for any of us. Even the spark had gone out. I could feel that tiny void, saw its lack of presence between their dilated eyes. And. My wife came in the room as I wasfinishing. I stood up and assumed the position staring at my toes. "Verygood you are learning. You will only wear sissy clothes from now on so wewill be taking these to the refuse site." WE she said WE - I cant go outlike this! I carried the bags downstairs. My wife handed me a red coatthat matched my dress. It was red with big covered buttons up the front,tight to waist then flared out to an inch short of my dress. It had puffsleeves from shoulder to wrist with.