We're not going out to dinner and dancing in our nurses uniforms Mrs. Roberts. Some perfume, a hot little dress, maybe even put on some of that sexy, ...ace underwear your husband is always buying you." Your terrible," I accused, but was secretly excited.When I was finally dressed I looked pretty good, at least for an old married lady who hadn't done something like this for over five years. Cathy had rejected the first three outfits I'd chosen."We're not going to a funeral," had banished my first. .."So Laura," Mrs. Brooks says as she sits down, "Vicky tells me that youstudy ballet at Krystie Fullerton's class?" Yeah, on Wednesdays and Thursdays," I say. Despite the older woman'skindly face and tone of voice, I can't help but feel that I'm beinginterrogated."Yeah, Krystie's always going on about Laura and her friends," Victoriagiggles. "She calls them her 'Little Angels'." Oh, how sweet!" Mrs. Brooks laughs as I blush."Stop it, you're embarrassing Laura!" Phil pleads, only making. The last and most likely explanation was that he was losing his mind, and it was all just a hallucination. That one seemed to be the most reasonable, and it had him worried. When his wife had left him three years ago, it had been such a shock to Tom that he had gone into a deep depression. Some of his friends had finally convinced him to get some professional help. One of them had recommended a therapist named Peggy Callahan. Tom had called her, and over the next several months, she had helped. O’Donnell pulled outand then back in over and over; fucking Steve as ifhe was a girl. “Of course you do! What’s your name, sweetheart?”“Stephie… oh Stephie!”“That’s right, pussy boy, your name is Stephie. Andyou’re going to like being fucked by real men fromnow on! Sucking real men’s cocks!” Steven just kept going, slowly sliding inch afterinch of cock in and out of the boy pussy as Stephiestrained to work his hips in.