The marriage age for sissies will remain at 17.” Just then he was interrupted by an older MP who always spoke against the government. “I appreciat...e the Home Secretary’s view on the sexual needs of sissies and I accept that they are sexy sluts but as they cannot become pregnant is it morally right that they should be encouraged or even allowed to have sex at all?” The Home Secretary stood up again. “I appreciate the views of the Right Honourable gentleman and the government has taken scientific. We often hit on the same women in the chat room and competed to see who would be the one cybering at the end of the night. We actually met a couple of times for beers at one of the local hangouts."Cman" would often teach me about the right way to go after a woman. He knew about my fantasy with mom and would often kid me about it. He claimed it was OK, that I would grow out of it. I told him about last night and how I needed his help to get back at her. He was the only 26-year-old I could trust. She whispered, “Because it’s you.”I was ready again, she blushed, smiled at me, she looked so beautiful, like a girl I had never seen before, but somehow I was falling for her right in that moment. There was no going back at this point. She stood up, giving me a full look to inspect her as she pulled of what little clothing she was wearing, showing off every inch of her perfectly smooth, tanned skin she could. Leaning in for another kiss, pushing me down onto the bed. She sat over top of me,. I was hungry and eagerly headed down to the dining room. The smell of the fresh baked food was enticing but the view of the dining table filled with German pastries was jaw dropping and certainly not on my diet. Kurt was dressed for what appeared to be tennis and greeted me warmly with a lingering hug.“Good morning, Jennifer. Sleep well?”“Good morning. And yes, I slept quite well… Sir.”“Breakfast is a buffet this morning. Our chef will cook your eggs as you like.”“Thank you, Sir. Where is.