There was jewellery to put on. An ankle chain, severaljangly bangles, big hooped earrings and a necklace with the word "slut" onit.Strangely, I looked...around and there was no wig. I looked in the mirror andrealised how ridiculous I looked. From the ground up, I looked veryfeminine and like a slut, going up to my heavily made up face. But the lackof a wig combined with my short boyish hair cut left you in no doubt that Iwas a male. A simpering feminised sissy male. I knew I had to go. You aren't even hard, sleepy cock resting gently between your legs but she knows it's there, and is drinking in the outline, the softly rounded shape of your cock.If you could download her thoughts straight onto your laptop the blood would start racing through your body to the tip of that thick hard cock ready for her, ready for some erotic, lustful heat. And it will happen. She is already engineering a moment of intimacy.She flicks the lid of her pen and it drops right between your legs, She. As we were catching our breath, she said, “I guess it worked. That was great, honey.” I told her it worked better, but I had to hurry to give her an orgasm before my dick went completely soft. “Oh…. I’m sorry, darling…. May be Nichole will have another idea we can try when we see her tomorrow,” I removed the stimulator and my wife turned on her side towards me and rested her head on my stomach. We both fell asleep and awoke the next morning.We got cleaned up and dressed and headed back to the. The other thing I noticed was that sometimes when I picked her up, she would be lifting my ring out from her clothes as she was exiting the dorm. Thanksgiving was shared between my folks and Brenda’s. Robin and I would travel to Ohio for Christmas, and Don’s mom really didn’t care. She would go to parties with her friends and ignore Don for the most part. She had been this way as long as I had known Don, I only met her a few times. The four of us spent the morning with my parents, and dad did.