Without the added spice of Bill's cross-dressing our lovemaking during this period could only be consideredmediocre, which was also pretty much as exp...cted. Once we hit four weeksand counting without any really amazing sex I knew something would haveto give. I was hooked on our amazing sex, and I was positive Bill washooked as well on the sexual intensity we enjoyed when he cross-dressed.Because I thought he would crack first I waited patiently for Bill tomake the next move.Once I started to. She could, but I didn't hear one derogatory word when she told him why she wouldn't ask you for help."Chastened, Marge looked down and nodded her head. She heard Jill tell her husband that her brother was going to be home all night if he needed anything. He told her he didn't need a babysitter, he could maneuver around the house well enough on his own. Marge wondered if she would have that kind of courage if it was her in the wheelchair.Bill gave a wave of his hand and they were looking at two. Then there was James, and she was saved. James understood her. Daddy Ron liked him. Her mother liked him. Daddy David?Daddy David? Well, he’d never met James, never heard of him. Daddy David was weak, and foolish. Thinking about him now made her want to cry again, but, she couldn’t; there were no more tears only something she couldn’t define. She’d send him the letter. Tell him about James and her wedding plans. There’d be a couple of pics too. That would be enough; she would have done her. Abe bit his lip, not wanting to state the obvious, but his sister had no problem with stating what he was thinking. “Your uncle doesn’t think Tracy would attend a colored church.”Abe was silent for several moments, but couldn’t keep his frustrations bottled up. “Seriously, there’s not a single white person here. I mean, I don’t object to attending a black church, but I suspect Tracy set me up, rather than giving me the address to hers.”“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” Phil cautioned. “There.