’ We wrapped towels around ourselves for warmth and went in. While we ate I said, ‘I think we made a mess of the blanket.’ Corey said, ‘we’l... need to wash it. There’re extra blankets in the linen closet. Do you want help?’ ‘No,’ Colleen said, ‘We can do it, where’s the washer?’ After eating, Susie showed Colleen the washer and I got the semen drenched blanket. It had soaked through to the bed pad so I took off everything and remade the bed. It was close to midnight when we were done. Corey and. It was still somewhat wild country and sometimes they were accosted by wandering Indians begging for food. Tom didn't care about giving them something to eat but one of the reasons that they had left a prosperous farm in Southern Illinois was that Judith just couldn't keep her legs together when Tom wasn't home. To be perfectly honest, she was the town mattress. The only reasons for Tom to put up with her romps was that in those days divorce wasn't an option. Besides, when he was home, she was. She asked me if I felt better and I told her that I felt pretty good. We shifted to a computer-related conversation and it was as if my masturbation had never taken place.The next several times that we chatted online were our normal computer-related conversations. She never mentioned the masturbation chat and I never mentioned it either. I thought the matter had been forgotten.A few months later we were chatting online as I was trying to get some work done on a friend's computer. My responses. ." Don't 'Honey' me, you pervert," she cut him off sharply. "It took melong enough, but I finally figured it out. You're what they call a 'sissymaid,' aren't you?" No, I... wait, just let me explain," he pleaded.She countered impatiently, "What's to explain? Isn't that a maid costumeyou're wearing?" Yes," he admitted."And aren't you doing housework?" Yes, but..." So you're a man in a maid's outfit doing housework?" Yes, but..." he protested."And doesn't that make you a sissy maid?"He stuttered.