"What's all theshouting about sissy?" My money...it's gone!" he exclaimed breaking out in tears."What money sissy?" she asked."My...my savings and col...ege funds. They're not showing in my bankaccounts an...and they're closed out," he wailed as tears beganstreaking his makeup."There's still some left sissy. You shouldn't have been so carelesswith your passwords. I found them in your cell phone's wallet app. Itransferred your money into my bank and only took out what was due me,"she responded. The more you use it, the tougher it gets," chuckled Patti. Where the hell did she get that saying? Besides, that was supposed to be about pussies, damn it! "I'll measure it today and let you know, okay?" I countered. "Last night, after golf, every wife there said her husband claimed he had eight inches. Everyone but Sandy, that is. She claimed her husband was nine inches and she had measured it herself," Patti revealed. "Sandy defied us to actually measure our husbands' cocks. It was her. I started with the lingerie. I had picked up some new stuff as asurprise for Henry. I slipped into the padded underwire demi-bra, andthen fitted my breast forms in place. I checked their look in themirror. The bra was a zebra-print and the satin and scalloped lace trimwas hot-pink. Next came the matching garter belt. I was glad I hadshaved (all over) before we had started drinking the beer earlier.I rolled my black seamed stockings up my legs and clipped them to thegarter belt. I checked my. Somewomen can cum merely by stimulating their breasts. Most women usea combination of those methods. Do you follow me?"Kevin had been nodding his head slightly at her explanation, asthough he understood. But when Heather asked him point blank, hehad to truthfully answer "Uh, no."Heather frowned a bit in thought, then said "Are you familiar withfemale anatomy?" No." Hmmm. Kevin, honey, would you like Mom to show you?" Yeah!" he grinned enthusiastically.Heather frowned again, a bit concerned.