"So, you answered my advertisement, so you know that I am looking for a sissy TV wife?" Yes sir..." Do you know what being my sissy TV wife would enta...l, Miss Johnson?" No. I don't... But I would like to know..?" Well, I would want you to take care of my housework, do my laundry, be a loving and gentle companion to me, consoling me when I have had a rough day, and of course, I would expect for you to sleep in my bed, and do all the wifely duties that sleeping with a man entails. Have you ever. Sometimes, his female partners accused him of being too restrained and too gentle when they wanted wildness and rough treatment in the privacy of their night time hideaway. He knew it was a part of his personality that was instilled by his sainted mother.“May she rest in peace!” was his automatic thought whenever her face popped into his brain at such times of remembering her words of wisdom.His mother was much disappointed by the fact she never had any female offspring and she tried her bet. Pete looked up at the taller man, blinking at the waning sun, seeing that he was waiting for a more specific answer. ‘The plane,’ he said, gesturing to the bright yellow aluminum plane, ‘the DeHaviland Beaver.’ Pete walked over to Lyle, equal in height to him, but slender and wiry. Lyle grinned, amused at himself, despite the older man’s anger. He slapped the boy in the back of the head, causing his hat to tumble into the water. ‘Hey!’ Lyle yelled, annoyed. He ran his fingers through his sandy. I pulled her off the couch and onto the floor. I stared for a second at her nubile body, so much like her mother’s but without a crease or wrinkle, a hint of baby fat around her waist and legs. I got on the floor and pulled her foot up off the ground, and while I caressed her soft calf with one hand I pulled her toes into mouth and sucked on them. She immediately said, “Oh!” while looking up at me as I licked the soles of her feet and worked my way up her leg. Her hands were gripping the floor.