. She was very sisterly that way. I watched the blanket bounce around my lap. My hand was underneath it, rapidly fingering my sister from behind as sh... slurped on my morning wood. “Breakfast is ready!!” Mom yelled from down the hall. “I’m coming!” I meant this in more ways than one. “Me too!” Lacy popped my cock out of her mouth long enough to yell through the sheets.The irony of our statements was not lost on us, and I knew we would’ve both cracked up laughing, but there was no time. Lacy. Jan’s mother has had plans for Jan to meet and marry one of the rich assholes that hang around at the coffee shop that my wife works at. Jan wanted nothing to do with that and said so many many times.My wife wanted Jan to go to an Ivy League college. She even went so far as to forge applications to several of them. Jan was accepted at all of the schools that got her applications.When Jan found out, she was furious, and she said she would not go to any college that she had not personally applied. My response wassomething along the lines of "What the heck is TG-ed?"With that simple question, I found a wider answer than I had, atfirst, expected. Still, in my view, the greater preponderance ofwhat I found was still hard-over humiliation oriented - in thissociety, surrendering one's 'manhood' is culturally perceived ashumiliating. I mean, the original Seasons of Change, andAdventures of Samantha, are based on forced femme - the malesurrenders and in so doing, becomes feminized. In my. He added the soap, frothed it up to a generous layer of foam, stripped off her wet underwear and plunked her in the bath. She sighed with pleasure."Nice, isn't it?" he said with a smile. "Can you promise me not to fall a sleep" he asked.She nodded and he left her alone for a while.When he returned a little later, he brought a large fluffy towel and the lightest of her clothes. He lifted her out of the bath, rubbed her dry and got her dressed. The accident wasn't mentioned. Cathy was confused..