He had her in there for over an hour until finally he led her out. She was walking slowly and holding her head. She appeared to be all right but still...groggy. He helped her downstairs and back into the den and called for the car to take her home at the regular time.Polly arrived the next Thursday as scheduled and Connie ushered her into the den. He closed the door and I heard nothing until Connie called to me to come in. I did as he asked and saw Polly sitting on the couch in tears. She was. When he found words hesaid shakily, "Y... you can't do that. It would be... terrible." Terrible for you. Amusing for us. So we can post it now on a few pornsites and then send out a group message about where to find it. Maybewe'll tell everyone that you're a perverted panty-wearing exhibitionist.And available for all kinds of kinky fun." Noooo," he wailed. "Please don't. I... I'll... do whatever you want.Just please don't send that video." No? If we don't send it, you'll come here every. One reason to divide the stories into severalparts is to maximise the wanking opportunities.The more-or-less standard situation is that the male character isencouraged and enabled to crossdress by an understanding woman (or maybemore than one). Although he may not want to do this at first, he soondiscovers that his body finds it a very stimulating experience. Hisstimulation is evident to the woman/women. He cannot deny it. Both maleand female characters in the story now know that he is a sissy.. I talked to Tracey about this yesterday. She was willing to cater dinner at our place for eight. I'm sure two more won't be a problem. That is if you guys can stomach Tracey's cooking."Bobby shot me a look. "You talked to Tracey last night, Robinson? What happened to 'I'm not even sure I'm going to go'?"I couldn't help it, and I laughed out loud at the look on Bobby's face. "I'm sorry, Bobby," I told him. "I just couldn't resist. Did you really think I would miss out on our last Homecoming?".