Friday evening when dad got home, there seemed to besome extra tension between he and mom, something wasn'tright, I think they were fighting about mon...y, bills orsomething like that, anyhow they got over it and theweekend was pretty good. Dad helped me fix my bicycle tireand let me do a little riding on one of the back roads,finally some real fun. Dad told mom that he thought itmight be good for me if she would let me ride my bike alittle during the week. Mom knew Sally and Beth were alittle. As the weather got colder I learned to fashion a brazier out of a broad-bottomed bowl that I punched two holes near the lip and tied a piece of my snare cable between them to use as a handle. I kept it under the table as I studied and in the smaller sleeping room that I found. My daylight hours became shorter and shorter but I had less tasks to do since the garden was dormant and the animals either dead or hibernating. I fashioned shoes of woven grass to cover my feet and a cape to cover myself. He chose Barb's white lace panties, one of his mother's satin and lace bras, and a full slip trimmed in lace at the top and hem. Drew couldn't believe the excitement he felt as he dressed. The pantyhose slid up his smooth legs and fit snugly over his panties, the bra needed extra padding since his mother was a little bigger in the chest than his sister but it looked beautiful once he got it all adjusted and the feel of the silky nylon slip as it slid over him caused him to shiver in delight. . I can order PUSSY ON DEMAND. ONE CLICK PUSSY. Delivery pussy. Pizza pussy. Drone pussy. I could push a button and pussy flies in from a drone through my window.Pussy crawling out the fireplace, Santa Pussy, pussy under the Christmas tree, jingle bell pussy, dammit!ANY PUSSY I WANT.But not now, not now, for fuck’s sake ... This stupid being Proctologist bullshit!Truth is, I haven’t even seen a living, breathing, live ham wallet since the champagne. Sure, I tried to fuck a few of my champagne.