She's sitting on the coach in a t-shirt and her draws watching some program on TV. I dont even say hello to her as I take off my shirt and walk toward... the bedroom. She immediately loses interest in the TV program and picks up the remote and turns off the TV. She's already expecting me just like any other day. She follows me to the bedroom. I take some things out of my pockets and place them on the night stand. I pull down my pants and jump on the bed, she's comes to the bed in her t-shirt and. ”I’m sure Mom is having a talk with Dad right now, and I think it’s only fair that I tell you. But before I do that, I need for you to tell me again what your discussion was, not the whole story, but just in the bar. Please.” She smiled softly.I nodded and folded the pillows up under my head, so I was more comfortable. Again I told her what we had talked about. I would pause from time to time, to sort my thoughts, and keep everything in order. Sharon absentmindedly played with my cock, and. Herzog began to explain. "Louis, it wasclear after just a few of our sessions that you are, and always havebeen, for lack of a better term, a sissy. I could tell by yourmannerisms and, once I had you in a hypnotic state, I could dig deeperand find that my theory was valid. You have scores of repressed memoriesthat have been gnawing at you for years. After consulting heavily withmy husband, we decided that the best thing for you was to bring out your'sissy side' and allow her to flourish. Her. ....just fantasy..... anything..... just cum already, talk about something that will make you cum fast", she signed.I said, "Ok, here I go!" She rolled over under the sheets and faced me, as I was on top of the sheets stroking myself. I was getting aroused just thinking of telling her a true story of something that I did in my college days that I always wanted to tell her but didn't what her to flip out.I started the story by saying, "Remember the time when I was in college and lived in the.