Trust me, I would really like to stay but I can’t break my promise to Carrie.’ I figured her next question would bring out the real reason. ‘Why...tonight? Can’t you see her tomorrow?’ ‘Mac, remember what I told you? Carrie is ovulating. We are going to make a baby tonight.’ There was no sense in sugarcoating it. She would have to accept this or rethink her decision. ‘Oh, I see.’ She was clearly wrestling with the news and how she wanted to respond. I remained patient. ‘Jeez Kenny, I know you. "As a girl?" More than that," she said. "As a maid. She ran that household, cookingand cleaning. Their sissy, I think they call it.She was very practicalfor them. It wasn't all about keeping them...satisfied. She worked forher keep, I'll tell you that."Luke clenched his teeth. He wanted to strike out, to hurt someone. Thiswas all kinds of wrong."There was quite a group of these people. We aren't sure how large. Wefound 17 lost boys in all. But some families raised their own sissies.Some swapped. Micha was busy that evening which had sorely cut into our time for each other, and I was beginning to feel a little lost, frustrated, and even questioning. There were four of my friends and I who sat around my kitchen table that evening. The table was adorned in a red linen tablecloth, fitting of the season. I had a silver tray of various cookies on the table and my grandmother’s best china cups which had been handed down. The kitchen was warm with friendship and aromas. As conversation. The mattress springs creaked. She moved so slow, trying not to jostle her daughter awake. I shuddered as she touched my knees. She pushed my legs apart. She wanted to eat me out.She had to eat me out. I could feel the lust. This was so wild. I had given her a taste of her fantasy, and now she had a chance to act on it. Her hands caressed my thighs, stroking me as she pushed my legs open wider and wider.The MILF leaned over, her sandy-blonde hair spilling down her cheeks as she leaned in. I.