They are magic. I have never ever heard anyone sing so good, and I don't even like the type of music they sing. I like Queen, as you whinge about all ...he time. Will you, please Kimmy, please Pirate Jack?" It's 'sing so well', Marilyn. Wotcha think, me Mate? Wanna make a fool out of yerself?" It can't be worse than them hearing me sing in the shower, Pop. They're family, so it would be legal to kill 'em if they laugh at us. We can give 'em your drinking song." No fair, Blood Nut. You'll have em. They were the only ones standing in it. “I guess you’re right. I start working on something then some comes to ask me something. Whatever I’m working on get put on hold to answer the question.” He sighed. “Ok, send Uncle Tomas to give me a hand. Maybe a couple of the kids too.”She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for not being mad. I was worried you would be.”“I want to get done as much or more than anyone else. If I’m holding everyone up, I need to get out of the way. Thank. We're going to have a traditional marriage and you're going to be the wife -- a male/wife. Notice I said 'male', not 'man'. There's a difference. You may be a male. But you're not -- and never will be -- a man. Men don't weep and sob like little girls. And they don't have dicks as small as yours. You're not only a male wife -- you're a sissy male/wife!"From now on you're going to do everything I say, including dressing and serving as my maid. You'll do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, and. "Oh, I do hope so," she responded but then the youth had paid for his purchase and had left the till.She switched on her mobile during her lunch break and was delighted to find a text that read, 'I do not expect you to be wearing knickers when I get there tonight'She replied, 'I certainly will not be, see you later xoxoxo' as her pussy twitched.That evening at home Eileen was wearing a short flowing skirt and no knickers, or bra, when her kitchen doorbell rang.She opened the door to the lovely.