On his slender legs were stay-up stockings and on hissmall feet he wore shoes with two-inch heels. He wasn't given any make-upor allowed to let his h...ir grow long, because his wife wanted him beconstantly aware that he wasn't a man posing as a woman, but a man who hadbeen reduced to a sissy.He straightened his wife's tennis trophies and then dusted them. She wasso athletic, not a weakling like him. And she had boundless confidence,while he had become increasingly shy and sensitive. Sissy. In a daze, I slid gently across, and nervously took the engorged nipple into my mouth gently, it felt so erect, warm and beautiful! She sighed deeply as I began to suck, the sweet milk tasted so incredible, Cassy placed her free hand on my head as I slowly teased the nipple with my tongue between suckling. I felt her knee raise up and she began to caress it over my boxers, pressing against my aching erection! I cupped the breast, feeling how warm and heavy it was, and massaged it gently, making. Once he was finished he just got up and walked away. My wife quickly looked around and tidied her clothes and hair quickly and then sat down like a prim and proper housewife that I thought she was.I slowly sneaked in besides her and whispered my apologies and told her in a few words about the stock problem. She grinned back and said all was forgotten since I had returned. I turned to give her a kiss and shequickly pulled back. But not quick enough for me to have missed thatunmistaken smell of a. "Actually, my mum's off seeing mygreat-uncle in Norfolk today, she's not going to get back until latetonight, so I was, um, kinda wondering..." Sensing what Sarah's trying toask, I finish her sentence for her."Can Sarah stay over tonight?" I ask boldly. Unsurprisingly, dad simplysighs and rolls his eyes."You're growing up too fast," dad moans. "Both of you are." A brief,awkward silence fills the room."Was that a 'yes' or a 'no'?" I ask."It was a 'yes'," dad confirms. "As if I'd be able to stop.