While she gently dumped the dish onto the pile, she could feel the gaze of the dark handsome man on her backside. Slowly she turned her head to look b...ehind her; there he was, staring at her behind, and as she turned he looked into her eyes and smiled. She dropped the spoon onto a plate, causing a crash, and she jumped. The stranger laughed."Yup, you sure have a fine looking wife. Hard to believe a man like you could hold onto a looker like that. Hell, I'd sure wouldn't want to lose a dame that. I had recently joined my local boxing club after moving back into the neighborhood. For the past five years I had been working for a mining company in the middle of nowhere, but the pay had been great and I had saved like crazy. Now I had enough to buy my own house, a nice car and still have enough to invest, plus I still had a good paying job with the company. Saturday nights were still pretty quiet for me. I had only been back 3 weeks and I still hadn’t caught up with many friends yet or made. It was then I heard another light knock at my door, "hey you still awake" was the question, I muttered a quiet sleepy yes and Wayne reopened my bedroom door and was holding the plastic cock, panties, and oil in his hand with a subtle smirk on his face."What in the fuck were you doing? " he asked, I had no answer. I stammered out something like "Why, what do you mean?"he held up the panties with my precum stain on the front, the rubber cock glistening with baby oil, and the bottle of baby oil. "Lace-trimmed ankle socks," she exclaimed to Lisa."Just darling and oh what a wonderful accessory for a sissy to wear."Lisa nodded. "I just thought of it. You know my Lindsey was a slave tojust about every fad. A few years back all the girls were wearing lace-trimmed ankle socks with -- can you imagine -- heels!" Oh yes," Valerie nodded in agreement. "I do remember. And they werewearing these short plaid skirts, too. Very cute." She turned toFrankie, "Would you like that Frankie? How.