I didn’t even realize that she had blanket around her. But not only did she have a blanket wrapped around her she had my friggen blankie wrapped aro...und her. I mean what more does she want. She got my man now she wants my dead grannies blankie she made just for me. I walked up to her fiercely, and grabbed the quilt snatching it from her so hard her body jerked up and fell back, her head landing right into his crotch area. ‘Well, your head seems to be their a lot lately.’ I made sure that a lot. She soonbegan to attach these flowers and pearls in my updo. If you were to lookin the dictionary under maxim femininity you would have found my pictureat this moment. I thought I could not have looked more feminine untilshe pulled several strands of hair down along the sides of my face andproceeded to spiral curl them with the tiniest curling iron she had."These are called tendrils," she snickered. "Don't you just lookprecious. I can't wait to see you in your veil."'Yeah, neither can I,' I. Here is what she has to say, A random day in 2014 my husband shared with me the idea of getting a massage from a male therapist. It well sounded exciting but the thought of a male touching my body was a bit scary. The thought just went at the back of my head. Days went by. During one of our regular monthly trip to a beach resort I decided to get a massage. The resort rules were female to female and male to male. But nevertheless I had to get completely naked in front of her. The whole stripping. I washed it with saliva to provide ample lubrication. I was deep in sissy splendor and my usually timid cock was now stiffening in my panties. It strained and pushed against the soft fabric until it finally poked out from under the elastic waistband. Even at its fullest, my sissystick was laughably minuscule in comparison to his massive erection. This was a real man with a real mans cock, and the irony of these circumstances didn't escape me. Here I was, a pantied sissy with a tiny cock, on my.