My rigid cock pointed the way, straight at the two giggling women who were still clasping one another.“Denise…” My wife started. “…would you... mind awfully, if my husband fucked you?” She asked it in an exaggeratedly polite and comical way, causing them to giggle again.“Well, of course not my dear. I mean, what damage can one small cock cause?” With that, they were both roaring with laughter.The effect was a self conscious deflation of my manhood. Feeling that I was being ridiculed and ganged up. Her breath reeked of liquor and she had a faraway look. I was twenty-two years old, in a strange city, and had few friends. Dances were the only places I knew for meeting women.It was almost midnight, and I had to get up for work the next morning. Walking out the door, a hand grabbed me. Her again. She was afraid. She needed someone to take her home. I felt mingled pity and disgust.Pity won. We made our way down Eighty-fourth Street under the harsh orange glare of sodium arc streetlamps. Where. I learned how to deep throat, I learned how to prepare my tiny pink hole, I learned how to apply make-up and dress like a little sissy slut all before I turned 16, just from watching porn and most of all, I learned that daddies love it when I pay attention to detail and do as I’m told. I was 18 the first time I went out in public dressed up as a little sissy boi, heels, stockings, garters, silk panties and push up bra with inserts, platform heels, short skirt, plunging top and my blonde hair in. ”Ava told me, “Josey, we used to make it all the time when we lived up in Missouri. We love it, but it’s so cold it will make your head hurt if you eat it too fast.”“Awww - really? You’re joking, right?”Anna told me, “She’s not joking - and from the way the snow has already covered the grass and the gravel road, we’ll have a big one when we get up in the morning.”“It’s too cold to stand out here naked, let’s go back to bed and get warm.”I reached down and scooped a handful of snow to make a.