I suckle and it feels best ofall. I snuggle with Mommy. Mommy loves me. I'm happy.***DOWNSIDEI wake up. It's dark and I'm in my crib. I'm all alone. I... don't like it. Icry. Mommy doesn't come. I cry more. I cry lots and lots. Mommy comes andpicks me up. Mommy lets me suckle on a milky boob.I wake up. I'm all alone again! I cry. Mommy doesn't come. I cry more. Istand up in my crib. I cry loud. My diaper is poopy.Mommy comes and cleans me and gives me a new diaper. She puts me in thehighchair and. " He says I'm boring." Jayne admitted, "Plain Jayne." Really?" Shelly asked, "You don't think that do you?" Oh, well perhaps with these?" Jayne suggested."The velcro cuffs?" Shelly suggested"No, yes, the cuffs, I don't know," Jayne admitted, "I don't think he would like these." Yes," Shelly agreed, "Do you want him to be assertive, is that it, do you want him to ah," she paused, and on an impulse she bent and slipped her hands up under Jayne's sensible knee length green skirt and hooked her. I’m inclined to believe that the AI would tattle if he were ordered to do anything like that, so that leaves an increasingly stronger mental connection between the women. That, without a doubt, seems to be the case here, and I’m looking at the evidence all around me. Crap, no wonder they get along so well. As I’ve said before, I suppose that one of them getting pissed at a sister-wife would be like my right hand being pissed at my left.After mulling over the things that had happened today, he. My cock pulsed as spurt after spurt of creamy cum covered my belly and Sues panties , I never imagined the feeling of cumming could be so good . After that day I began dressing when ever I was alone , the more time the farther I'd go , I even had makeup and two old wigs , I'd become the sissy boy that I wanted to be . By my fourth teen year I was obsessed with sex and I was spending more time in my room playing . Sue had gone away to college and with moms bedroom on the far side of the house ,.