No, not 'my ass', it's called my boi-pussy, now, so I am realizing. I've started to sneak some shopping on the internet and found some great sources f...or women's clothes tailored for my frame, from skirts, blouses and dresses, to even heels, lingerie and sleepwear.I didn't dare buy anything that looked similar to clothes my wife had. Though I was tempted more than once, because she has such a sexy and tasteful wardrobe, I couldn't take the risk of our clothes getting mixed up. So my favorite was. I thought you were going to tuck me in and give me agood night kiss," I said. She laughed and tip toed across the roomkissed me on the forehead and started back."What about me?" asked Victoria. Jess went to her leaned over and theirlips met. That was a proper kiss. "Wow that makes me feel left out," Isaid as I watched in awe.Victoria pulled back the duvet and nodded. Jess climbed in beside her,"no touching my tits during the night."We fell asleep. I was astounded and had a dream that. The children were two boys, both fathered by Thunder Man. The elder was only six years old, but had already been whipped by Thunder Man for not obeying orders fast enough. The younger one was two years old, so he had not been expected to do anything, yet.My wives were surprised when I treated them with courtesy and respect, since that was not usually done in this camp, nor anywhere else, for that matter. Thunder Man had forbidden them to wear clothes except when they went outside in very bad. Once she returns we can get started on the second part of your massages." Jayne looked at me, smiling broadly. "She had to get some toys," she whispered. I could only shake my head and chuckle at that one. Of course, I thought. What self-respecting orgy wouldn't employ the use of a few toys? To my surprise, or maybe I shouldn't have been surprised, Valerie began to get undressed. Her long, black hair fell around her shoulders as she removed the sheer robe she was wearing. Naturally, she was.