" It turned out these werethe safe words to wake me up.I could not believe the evidence of my own eyes. It was like someone hadremoved my clothes an...d put other clothes on me from those I had beenwearing and expertly applied make-up to my face!I was running out of male underwear and would soon have no choice but towear my normal underwear.Another evening of chores awaited me and I thought I heard Sally tryingto hypnotize me as I drifted off to sleep.In my dream I had been raped by a nasty man. He grabbed mine and we wanked each other for a short time. I had to pull away because I didn’t want to cum too soon.I had promised to buy some more nappies and other things to make up for him coming in on his day off and he commenced to pull various items off the shelves for me to look at. He helped me try on some plastic panties, some adult baby training pants and a onesie. At every opportunity he would linger around my hard cock, brushing it with his hand and giving it little strokes. I. Sheila was clearly not at all unhappy with what I was doing; she’d quickly grabbed her pillow and was holding it over her face when the need to gasp and moan out loud became too much.When there was a little gush of juices, I kept some in my mouth and moved up her body to share them with her. That made her moan again!On the way back down I stopped at her wonderful nipples and apologised to both of them for having ignored them before now. They were pretty erect when I started, and a little bit of. The cups weren’t generous enough to keep the round breasts totally concealed, and the hemline stopped over her navel.“I didn’t tell her you were the only man of the house.” she said, putting her forefinger to her lips in a silence sign.“So, man of the house, you like?”“Yes mom, it’s very nice.” I said with a smile and meant it.“Thanks for the work you did with the fridge and bed.” She said, and stepped forward to give me a tight hug that pressed her nice breasts into my chest.Again, I admit, it.