I did know about things like Aunty Jayne’s seminars, and I’d got pics from those in Escort magazine, particularly Miss Donna Ambrose, but I’d ne...ver be able to go to anything like that, and the blokes that did would only take photos, there’d be no worship as such. Looking at ‘ordinary’ girls, which was what I’d always done, was something you had to be careful about or you’d get into trouble. I never dreamed I’d ever get to worship in person, and that happened more or less by accident. Now of. I told her this because I wanted it right out in front in case things got deeper between us, which it did. We ended up moving out of state and after my divorce was final from my first wife, we got married. The new wife seemed to be up for anything. She would dress me in her underclothes, along with the women’s clothes I owned, she would make love to me as if I were a woman, feeling and sucking my bra covered tits, she felt me up, running her hands up my pantyhose covered legs, and under my. She pushed him onto his back and took his now relaxed cock in her hand. With her other hand, she cupped his scrotum, softly squeezing and caressing the tender sac. Almost immediately his organ began to respond. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched her begin her ministrations. She looked up at him, smiled and then lowered her head to his waiting cock. Her tongue flicked out and she licked the tip of the glans, briefly tasting the evidence of his previous emissions. Her next stroke. ”“Medieval.”“You’re in favor?” she asked.“Sure. If you came home with a ring on your finger, Mom would be turning cartwheels. If this breaks up, it’ll be much simpler than a divorce. Starting out like this makes all the sense in the world.”“I really appreciate it that everyone thinks I’ll break up with Bret before they even meet him. What am I, so despicable that no one would ever have me?”“Now, big sis, I said ‘if.’ If you don’t break up, it can lead to the other. Just be careful you don’t.