It wasextremely hard to hold a normal conversation under these conditions andMistress Marcia's wicked grin told me that was her exact intention. After...the meal Mistress Marcia went to her room and Cherie and I relaxed infront of the TV with a bottle of wine. I could see Cherie had somethingon her mind but it took most of the evening and half a bottle of winebefore she was ready."Seems like you and Marcia are getting on," said Cherie."Yeah she is a good girl and we got to know each other a little. Mee ohh keee desss uub gooodd."For some it might be hard to understand a sissy baby like Mike but not forhis mommy. She understood him perfectly."Yes Baby Missy, you are to dress up anyway that you like and I do notexpect you to question my orders again. I have already told you that andyour mommy does not like to repeat herself. In fact you can be guaranteeda spanking for that latter. Now hurry up their sissy baby before you makeit any worse." Yeee meemmee," Mike answered her and then took one. The preacher and his family were there when they arrived, but they did not seem ready for anyone else. Sam went to help put up the pulpit that the pastor brought in his cart.She spoke briefly with the missionary’s wife, then that woman had to deal with her children. She was left to imagine the kiss. She was wearing a bonnet, after all. It was clever of Sam to delay their first kiss for the trip home. Indeed, of the five kisses – that sort of kisses – she had received, only one was given before. With the grace of a ballerina, she bent over to collect her glasses and provided me a tantalising view of her firm thighs! I noticed they came together to her swollen mound pressed hard into the brief gusset of her white panties and firm outlines around each of her labia majora. Beds of sweat dripped from my brow. I could have sworn I saw a thin line of dampness on her pronounced mound, just as I felt a trickle of my own pre-cum running down my thigh as I wore no underwear that day. I stopped.