Maybe Mrs. Wilson needs him too, she mused as she looked at the woman's voluptuous body. Did Reverend Wilson really satisfy her?If Jason Jenkins made ...a strong impression on the visitor, Ms. Safic, it was nothing compared to the impression she made on him. To the fourteen-year-old boy she was the loveliest and most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her voice was like soft chimes to his ear and the words flowed like liquid honey. He was enchanted. He was in love.But it was not only the woman's. I was still lost as to what was occurring, but I had not been harmed yet. Far from it. I was a prisoner, for sure, but one with certain benefits. I wondered what they were learning from me. The next day was different from the past three. Wonk came down the corridor, about the middle of the lighted period, and stopped at my cell. It opened and I knew I was to exit. Walking before Wonk down the corridor I let my curiosity overcome good sense, perhaps. I turned quickly and grabbed the substance. Dale took his daily injection andcontinued with his daily routine. Wendy had some feelings of guilt about whatshe was doing; if it was the right thing., how it would affect him. She had adiscussion with Dale about his cross-dressing, why he liked doing it, and ifhe planned to continue in the long run.. He admitted that he enjoyed wearingwoman's clothes and described the feelings he had while dressed. And yes, hehad no plans of stopping. With that knowledge, Wendy resolved to help herhusband be. So dooms day was finally here, not thought about it or what would it could or was going to happen! Woke up about 7am pretty hot Saturday morning thought I’d make the most of my day off and sort a long list of house work jobs that I had been putting off, so I chucked on a pair of loose sports shorts with the swimming insert but where it was so hot I pulled it to one side to allow a breeze from the open windows to air my neglected dick. The hours past and still working through my chore list when.