Pat's bowlers. Some New Years' favors, likethose confetti shooters. With Aprilween having no establishedtraditions, it's catch as catch can.I've rec...ntly become a proper little seamstress, so I'm quite proud of mypersonal creation. The ruby slippers are as realistic as you can buy,excepting the extra couple of inches in the heel. Lace trimmed whiteankle socks; because I couldn't be arsed to find plain blue. The skirtof my blue gingham dress is, as noted, quite a lot higher thanhers--nearly. She dug into the back of her panty drawer and pulled out a pair of skimpy bikini panties. Then to the closet to get out a short sundress that she hadn’t worn since last year. Pressed it off and slipped it on. She felt good. The dress was so lightweight she almost felt naked. It was so nice to feel sexy again. So nice to want to feel sexy. All of this prep to just deliver a plate of spaghetti! Wendy stepped out of the house in her short little dress and walked over to where Jerrod was. He was about to do as they both wanted.“Oh, fuck!” Mandy gasped as she came once again. Her body managed to somehow become limp and rigid at the same time. Her insides squeezed him hard, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.As he fired off his ejaculate into her welcoming uterus, he concentrated on making them as potent as he could. He wanted to get her pregnant. He wanted to have something to show to the world that he was alive. And no matter what dangers they may shortly face, he wanted to. "On Wednesday afternoon, Mistress took me to the costumeshop. She marched me right in and told the owner "My sissylittle husband here needs a southern belle gown. He's goingto a masquerade."The owner was an attractive woman in her forties with long,curly red hair tied back in a ponytail. I am sure she hadfound costumes for other men in drag, but her smile told meshe could see right through me - that I was enjoying this."Well, what is your sissy's name?" You can call her Missy," said.