When she put it on I could see that it was about 1/8 inch too long for the dress. For some reason it was showing at the back and not at the front. I d...ecided that I would not tell her and see what happened. She did not notice and went off.When she returned the slip was still showing the same amount.It was pleasing that for the next year each Guide night she wore the same dress, same slip and same result. No one at Guides could have told her and I did not either.At the end of the year we moved. Just go watch my tree grow and think happy thoughts. Remember, I love you both!”Linda’s semi-material projection faded a little and drifted across the grass back towards the Old Mother’s now dead tree husk and disappeared into a small young tree-ling, barely knee height in size. She disappeared inside of it and the small leaf branches seemed to suddenly shudder, as if in a stiff wind, but there was no breeze on the hill at that moment on the hill. Almost before our eyes, the tree seemed to. “I love the way I taste”, she said. “So do I”, I responded. We got in the car and headed to Lisa’s house.We quietly entered the house, so as not to wake her Mom. Then we heard some noises. “Oh fuck Ron, your cock feels so good”, I looked at Lisa and she just shrugged her shoulders. We slowly crept toward the kitchen. Lisa in front of me. We peaked around the corner and there was Celeste bent over the counter, her skirt pushed up around her hips, her top pulled down around her hips, her tits. She was clearly disgusted as I pathetically groveled at her feet, feebly attempting to cover myself and hide the dildo."Mrs I didn't know you'd be home early! Uh, please, it's not as perverted as it looks"But we both knew it was. Again, overwhelmed with the shame of my wife seeing me for what I am, a FAGGOT, addicted to gay porn.When she realized she had ruined my orgasm it seemed to trigger her dominate feelings towards me."So you want to be a FAGGOT eh, go fetch your cock-lock, and butt plug.