’ Lise looked at her husband and, for the first time since she’d met him, she felt a trace of fear. She didn’t think Rod would hit her, but he l...oked angrier than she’d ever seen him. And, although his anger frightened her, it did something else, something he didn’t intend it to, it proved to her once more that no matter what she said or did, Rod wasn’t going to change. Unless she did things exactly the way he wanted, they’d always have troubles. She decided she didn’t want that kind of life.. Could she compare the men in her family? Could she compare their penises and arrive at some conclusion? The thought brought her butterflies in her belly ... and a level of excitement that she found hard to believe. She could compare Bobby to her father. Her Grandfather was dead. The only other male relative she had was her mother's brother, Uncle Bob. He wasn't in the blood line. But Bobby was in his bloodline, through their mother. So maybe the hypothesis was that Bobby's penis should look. “Then show me,” she smirked. “Take me back to the house and make love to me.”We drove back to the Spencers’ house and made love twice, slowly and passionately, pouring our souls into each other. We cuddled for a bit afterwards, then showered and dressed. We were sitting in the living room when Mrs. Spencer came home. She asked if I was staying the night and I told her I wasn’t sure yet, but I’d let her know. Kara raised an eyebrow, so I took her hand and led her to the basement so we could. "Must take a picture for future reference," she said and took aPolaroid camera from one of her carrier bags and snapped of twoor three shots.Satisfied with this, she undid the suspenders on my stockingsand pulled my girdle down to my ankles, lifting one foot at atime, she divested me of it. Rapidly my panties followed andSadie took more pictures of my shaved genitals and then shefitted the lace suspender belt around my waist, refastened mystockings and knelt before me holding up the frilly.