Come on, I work 13 hour days and I get this shit because I need to stop for a drink! Why the hell isn't my wife helping me with things? Why doesn't sh...e understand I'm fucking stressed out and need some "ME" time? We're supposed to be a team dammit so why isn't she making me feel better?As I pulled into my drive, a plan started to develop on how my wife was going to understand exactly how it feels to be under appreciated. I was almost smiling when I opened the door, but as I walked in my wife. A shelf for panties and bra, a shelf for pantyhose etc. Oh my god I was in heaven. I was so fucking excited I could not hold back. I took on some white g string with lace. MMMmm just taking them on was sexy and just knowing that I was taking my friend mom’s panties on. They lace felt so good around my little sissy cock. I looked truth the pantyhose she had. And had some opaque white pantyhose. I loved white right at the time. I was already moaning like a little sissy. Took the white pantyhose. .. I'm sorry your highness," she said, scrambling to pick up the tray."Oh, it's quite alright," Harson grinned, and she shuddered some more, before managing to stand up."If ... if you'll excuse me, your highness," she said. "I must be somewhere..."Harson was about to object, before his mother came up to him."Harson, you're up," she said. "I didn't think you would be. You seemed very ill last night." What? Oh, yes," Harson said, remembering. He then remembered his voice, upon hearing the gasp. We pretended not to see him staringthrough the crack in the door which was slightly ajar. I could feel hiseyes tracing my movements as I ran my hand over Jane's thigh,"I told you they were unbelievably sheer and silky." You're right, they're gorgeous!"It was even more fun to see Nick brush past us quickly, hoping wewouldn't see the bulge in his trousers as he raced to the toilet at thefar end of the corridor.Sarah started to notice Nick's wandering eyes, but she clearly thoughtwe were entirely.