The only soundbeing the jingle of his bangles or anklets."So, what does your husband do," I asked.There was a sharp intake of breath. "I, er, I don't ...ave a husband. I'mstraight." So, you're just a sissy?"He ignored me. "Would you like sugar in your tea?"I moved closer to him. He involuntarily took a step back. I held hischin and brought his face up for eye contact. "Answer the questionsissy," I said sternly.His lips were quivering with fear. I could spot a touch of lip gloss onthem. "Please,. You can be both the man who looksand the girl at whom he looks."I went to my drawer to change out of my panties. It was at this point Imade the discovery that Lorraine had appeared to have got confused aboutwhose drawer was whose and I pointed this out to Lorraine."Oh no Phillip, that's your drawer alright. You told me how horribleyour boxer shorts were remember? And we agreed that I would buy youpanties instead." But what are all these bras doing here?"Lorraine had noticed that I was not. “Oh my god” she squealed, her hands shooting to her mouth as she spun around to face me and my instantly hard cock straining up against my tight shorts.“Oh. My. God!” she squealed again, “You horny little man! Don’t tell me you like looking at that filth.” All I could do was nod like a little idiot. “Well then” she said, “why don’t we enjoy the show together.” With that, she came and sat on the sofa behind me, opening her legs and pulling me in between them so that I stood there, my back. Then she reached for the blanket. She moved her hand from side to side. She stretched her arm. Nothing! Her eyes grudgingly opened in slits only to see brown fabric. Blinking away the sleep, she stared at the back of the living room couch. As she became more alert, memories of the previous day filled her mind.Noises from the kitchen that had awoken her continued to waft into the living room. She huddled on the couch afraid to look at Leon, or be seen by him."If you want to eat, come to the.