"Yeah, then the world will really be going to hell in a hand basket." Blevins agreed with a smile. "Have they got you on a diet still?" he asked."Yeah... I got no idea how much longer, but I'm sick of Jello." I admitted."I was headed to the Pizza and Pasta Pit. I thought I might bring you something for lunch." Why are you torturing me? What did I ever do to you?" I asked."Don't ask me. Ask your real doctor that. I'm just trying to make sure you get well and out of this place." I know Blevins and. Do you know there are some sickos out there that actually LIKE dressing as women?’ he went on. ‘Malcolm you have led a sheltered life haven’t you,’ Angie answered but she was now too busy looking at skirts to carry the conversation on any further. Angie looked at the pictures and looked at some skirts on a rack. She poked around for a while selecting items and then putting them back. Finally, ‘Yes, this is it!’ she squealed. Angie held out a black leather miniskirt looking extremely pleased. “Uncle Bill”, I called out as I squirmed with his hands rubbing me down there. “It’s ok, go back to sleep”, he said as his other hand moved my nightie up enough to expose my titties.It felt weird but nice and since he wasn’t hurting me, I continued to lay there as his touching became more insistent. At one point, he started to suck my nipple and I started to get warm and feel funny. Uncle Bill went back to rubbing his cock and seconds later my entire chest was struck by something warm and. Turning back she looked at Erika and smiled.“Coffee?" Her lover just smiled back and nodded her head then she too sat up and began to get out the other side.Standing, Erika adjusted her underwear, fastened her bra and dressed once again in the satin blouse and thick wool skirt she had placed so carefully on the chair, several hours ago.With Elsa in her robe, they walked together to the kitchen and she sat at the table whilst the coffee brewed on the stove.For a while the two of them sat in.