............................................................Up until that night, Janice had not made it overly obvious that I waswearing women's cloth...s. She had me wearing women's jeans and women'stee shirts, the V neck kind with the shorter sleeves when I wasoutside. If one looked closely it was obvious but at a quick glance itjust looked like I was wearing jeans and tee shirt.Not too long after the trash dash she made me mow the lawn wearingDaisy Dukes and one of those shorty tops that shows. Then, unexpectedly, she brought up marriage, and her moving into myhouse. I was cheerfully startled. Wow. I mean, just wow. But, shealso pointed out, there were a few matters to be considered anddiscussed.I thought I knew what she meant. There was always the fact of my smallpenis, something that was never far from the front of my mind,especially because she still brought it up all the time. I knew she wasonly doing that because it increased my pleasure. Still, some part ofme felt. I know this for a fact, because when it used to be just us around the house, she would just wear a shirt without a bra and I could easily make out her thick, fat nipples poking through. She was quite modest though. When my friends were over, she'd put on a bra, so that those pervs didn't get a free show. She was definitely a bit heavy south of the border, her ass was big and plump, and it looked good in anything she wore. Growing up, taking a pair of her panties from the laundry and sniffing. She never seemed to vie with the other women for the attentions ofmen, no matter on how innocent a level it was conducted. Most ofthe wives occasionally flirted with husbands not their own, eventhe women who would never dream of being unfaithful and going tobed with another man. But Linda had had a very puritanicalupbringing. She thought that that kind of thing with any manexcept her own husband was an unforgivable transgression againsther marriage vows. In other words, he thought, she was.