Karen lay cuddled up next to mewearing a black satin nightgown in a style similar to my whiteone. Her nightgown also was not currently covering much o...f hermagnificent body. Our peignoirs had long since been tossed on tothe floor and rested there in a heap. Likewise, my wedding gown,veil, crinoline, heels, etc. rested wherever they had beendropped. Karen hadn't started to stir as of yet. I lay there thinking about yesterday. While I had the usualbridal nerves before the ceremony, they were. It’s up to me to decide if you’re intellectually and emotionally capable of rejoining society and won’t be a danger to yourself anymore. If I’m not convinced, then you’re considered incompetent and you go into the psychiatric ward until I say otherwise.’ Pat just stared. ‘And so begins the silence. You’re not like other girls. I doubt you’re trying to figure out how to lie to me so you can get loose. You’re not much for lying. You’re going to try and wait me out. But you won’t,’ Carolyn said.. They were very eager to get us out of our boy clothesand sissied up. Frankly, the thought of looking likeone of those angels had my cock standing tall. Jessicawas practically salivating at the thought.As we passed through the fuchsia gates of CampSwishey, Sergeant Ginger asked a key question. "Whenwas the last time you girls were milked?"Huh? Oh, that.Jessica understood the question immediately andanswered, "Not since yesterday, Sergeant."The four sissies gasped. "That?s terrible,". It was her hands.Those callused, rough, firm hands. The hands of someone who works hard, was strong, who has the power to bend and twist, yet the gentle control to handle something delicate.And her muscles. Those firm, hard muscles, that Hanna had just ached to caress, running her hands over those shoulders, down and over those small firm breast with nipples hard as...OK, liking Jenny's breasts was pretty gay.She hadn't even been drunk. There wasn't even that excuse, and having been among these.