Cross-dressing, sissy husbands and their man-hating, lesbian wives," Dad scowled, making Mom for some reason cringe.I bit my tongue, as it occurred to... me that there was much more to the Aunt Tricia/Uncle Lee mess than I had first been told. I didn't think that even my sisters really understood things yet, but I caught. There was always something ... different about Uncle Lee. I knew this from a considerably younger age, but especially starting when he walked in on me by accident and saw my. "Do you know if Detective Simpson has made arrangements to talk the dancer from the club?" I know he was trying to, but I don't know if he did," she replied."Okay, I'll try to find him." I said as I walked to his office.Since he wasn't in the office, I walked to the radio room. Do you know where Simpson is hiding?" He is checked out for lunch, but I don't know where," the dispatcher said."No problem," I said. I dialed him on the phone. It went to voice mail so I left a message. "Eddie I'm. Her hair was done up in a loose ponytail and d****d over her right shoulder (a sensible thing, she thought, as it made it easier for him to grab her hair if he so chose). The robe she wore was silk, done in deep black with gold embroidery (it had been a gift to her shortly after they’d started seeing each other; a gift she cherished). Ordinarily, it came to mid thigh, but her spread kneeling position had raised the hem nearly to her waist, fully exposing her pussy (with no panties and shaven. “Very arch.”Max smirked as she poured herself a glass of white wine. “You knew he was going to do that. Didn’t you?”“It was in the production notes,” admitted Paige. “I hope you weren’t too traumatized.”“No. It was fun.” Max poured himself a diet soda. “I’m not sure how funny it was, though. Are you going to be able to use it?”Paige shrugged. “We’ll see in editing. We may have to lean more heavily on the confessionals than we thought. But, honestly, this whole video is kind of a weird fit for.