When the girls returned, BIL tossed another grenade… “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is,” he asked my wife?“What do you mean,...�� she asked.“You’re claiming that you can handle (BigDick’s) cock, I think you should prove it!”“Get lost you jerk, I don’t need to prove anything to anyone!”“Then there’s no reason for us to buy your insistence that you can,” BIL countered.“You’re crazy if you think I need to fuck your friend there in order to prove my abilities as a woman!" my wife. You try to mock me and our whole way of life. I thought you were simply living some sort of fantasy, playing a weird little game. But no; you are indeed dangerous to the society," he said, fiddled with his desk's panel and went on, looking Philetus straight in the eye:"I've made up my mind; I will cast my vote that you be turned over to the Fields. Become something productive, even after your death." Philetus pursed his lips, nodded and asked:"Why not slaved to them?"The guard remained silent. I knew it was stupid atthe time, but I did it anyway. I went into Grace's closet and lookedinto her clothes hamper. I dug down below the top layer of clothes untilI found what I was looking for - a pair of her worn panties - whitenylon, bikini style. I looked inside at the crotch and there was a faintyellow stain. I sniffed them. The unmistakable aroma of Grace. I knewit well by now. And I loved it. It was asinine, I know, but I couldn'tresist the temptation. I slipped them inside my. My feminine fluids had flown down nearly to my calves and I didn't care. I peered through the crack in Alissa's door and saw a sight I will never forget. Alissa had stripped off the top of her cheerleader uniform, leaving only her skirt and underwear on and was lying on her bed; and in her hands were my pantyhose rubbing on her bare chest. The white nylon looked so radiant rubbing against her supple breasts as she teased one nipple slowly before going to the other. “Mmmmm mommy that feels so.