“Well don’t sit around hungry. Come on over and eat some of this dick”. Sometimes I would call him. “Stan, this is Clayton. I think it’s “...inner time” again. What’s on the menu tonight”. “How about some hot cock and a big load of cum”? “Hmmmmm! Sounds good .. I’m on my way”!And then .. after hanging up the phone I would say to myself, “Yes! I’m going to get some dick”! Then I would start “getting ready”. And .. being the “sissy” that I am .. I always put on a pair of cute little panties before. "We could get counseling," I suggested. "I could cut back on my hours so we'd have more time for each other."Robin had tears in her eyes and she shook her head no. "Counseling won't help because you've done nothing wrong. All you've ever done is take care of first me and then William."She took my hands in hers, the tears now trickling down her cheeks. "I love you for taking care of me, for not running away when I got pregnant. I love you for working as hard as you do to provide for us but .... I’ll worry about those things in a day or two. I want to sit down with Beth and see how she wants to deal with things. I figure Phil and I will start contacting wedding planners sometime next week. We need to look at dates and decide where we want to have the ceremony. For now, I just want to enjoy the thought that I’m going to be married to a wonderful guy.”Phil slipped out early Sunday morning and headed to a small convenience store a few blocks away. He picked up three copies The Sunday. In bed, Ashley went down on me and licked me to a screaming orgasm. When I offered to return the favor, she yawned and said she was too tired. After that amazing cum, I was tired as well, and I snuggled up to my wife and fell asleep. The next day, when I got home, Ashley wore her bathrobe again, looking like she just took a shower. I found the blue sheets back on the bed and the pink sheets in the laundry. Neither of us liked the pink sheets. They were a gift from my mother who had weird ideas.