Well, what there was of it, there is even less now. I think Jim is suffering from a touch of ED, either real or imaginary. Sex has never been on his p...riority list.” I asked Barb, "What about oral sex?" Barb was aghast and said, "Jim doesn't believe in that for me or him. I tried several times through our marriage to get him to lick me or even allow me to go down on him. He felt it was disgusting and would have no part of it." I felt sorry for Barb having missed so much pleasure from her. She couldn’t sleep that night. Despite the relief that she had given herself while talking to Guy on the computer, her body remained aroused and the unseasonable heat of the Indian summer didn’t make it any better. She tossed and turned, trying to force herself to catch some sleep. The last time she glanced at the clock was almost four in the morning and two hours later the alarm went off, jerking her out of uneasy dream. She drove to work, still in the state of high arousal, thinking of Guy. ‘Wear my wig on Alfred, I wanna see you in my wig. I want to be fucked by you as a sissy.’Alfred fixed the wig on. It looked a little crude but that only turned me on more. As he pumped me harder and saw every contortion of my face, my cock was rigid under the material against my stomach.‘Oh yeah, oh yeah! I fucking want this. I so fucking want this! Look at me! Merry Christmas Alfred, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas!!’ It was then that he filled that little pocket of lycra covering my ass. ” I haven’t seen my s*s this frightened since she found out she was pregnant six years ago. She was trembling which surprised the shit out of me because I never seen her tremble. Pops always taught us to barely show emotion or fear but I guess she wasn’t built like that. I pulled her in and kissed her forehead.“You may piss me off ninety percent of the time but you’re my lil s*s and I’m not about to let shit happen to you.” She smiled put Natasha down and went to the kitchen. For the first time.