Elizabeth and I had decided to test each others resolve, to see how far we were willing to go with her uncle and the fact I was in estrus (in heat, wi...h my periods due) so my limitations were not so limited.I removed my top and my brassiere as he watched me, both articles of clothing discarded with consummate ease, and my nipples echoing my willingness to be seen by his eyes as I mad my way over to him to be touched and fondled as Elizabeth settled in to watch the sparks fly. I sat on what. Damn I had overslept and only had 30 minutes to get ready for work. Bythe time I had finished removing the make-up and shaved I did not havethe time to change my underwear and was in such a rush that I hadforgotten what had been agreed the previous evening.So I put my male clothes on over my panties, stockings and garterbelt andrushed off to work. What was happening to me? I was starting to thinkof my female clothing as my normal clothing and of my male clothing asdrag. Another mind-numbing. The pump intake was high enough so that the tank wouldn't run dry even when it stopped pumping. That was so that I didn't have to worry about my giant kettle exploding. Still it was necessary to refill the tank. The tanks had a glass tube on the side which displayed the water level inside the tank. It was much like an old hotel coffee maker. Hell it might have been one once, I didn't know or care it's history. It was simply a Rube Goldberg contraption like the country store itself.I slept well. " I guess I could understand that, but for someone being so hesitent to do this, she seemed to be enjoying it too much. Besides, when we have sex, we never do it more than once. Even when I want to do it again, she says she's not in the mood anymore.I fell to sleep at around 2am. When I woke up at 7 my wife was not in my room. This was getting to be way too much for me. I sent her a text: "when are you coming home?" She responded with: "soon." Now I was really starting to wonder what.