The move was a challenge, but ♀ is amazingly well organized and things unfolded pretty much as they were supposed to. Saturday was moving day and by Wednesday morning there wasn’t a cardboard box left in our nice new condo. Our storage locker down the hall is stuffed full of boxes and we haven’t hung anything up on the walls yet, but it’s starting to feel like home.

There were a couple of glitches on moving day. The guys delivering the new living room furniture decided there was no way in hell our new couch was going to fit in the elevator and they needed to be persuaded. It might be hard to imagine a sissy getting tough with a couple of burly movers, but I can turn it on if I really need to.

The other bit of excitement happened at the very end of the day. I’d only had about three hours sleep from when I got home from work Saturday morning and when the movers arrived and ♀ hadn’t had much more then that so by 10 pm we’d had enough. We decided we’d sleep better if we had a quick shower first (obviously our first in our new home). I was all soaped up and her hair was full of shampoo when the top half of the shower head popped off and landed on the bridge of her nose. She was between me and the tap and was bent over swearing a blue streak and there was water spraying everywhere…and yeah…exciting stuff.

The second night went way much better. We got lots of unpacking done and she even cooked a lovely roast dinner. It was the first time in almost a month that we’d had a home cooked meal that was actually cooked in our own home. It was so nice. After dinner she decided she wanted to have a bubble bath (there’s a very nice deep soaker tub in the ensuite. So I got it all ready for her; candles, soft music, a glass of red wine….the works.

I washed her back and filed her feet and marvelled at how it’ll be 7 years this month and I am still so madly in love with her. I wasn’t going to get in the tub with her, but she persuaded me and of course I was glad I did. Her skin was soft and silky from the bubble bath and she looked amazing in the candle light. We took turns using the wash cloth to drizzle warm water on each other. We kissed and touched and worked each other into a fine lather.

Once we were out of the tub though she wanted to slow things down a bit. I brushed and braided her hair then shaved her pussy. I must admit it was hard to concentrate because I could smell how horny she was, but a mistake down there with a razor would have been unforgivable and there was no blood shed.

Once I was done I had to give it the tongue test because that’s the best way to find any missed hairs and of course that led to things heating up again quite quickly. But after only a few short minutes she pushed my head away and said she was thirsty. She keeps a bottle of water on her night-stand and rolled over to get it. After a good long drink she backed up towards me (she was on all fours). I started licking her pussy again, but she had other ideas.

“Kiss my ass, Baby.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spread her cheeks apart and started kissing and licking and it didn’t take long for my tongue to be as deep into her rosebud as I could get it. She started rocking back and forth against me. “That’s it, Baby, tongue-fuck my horny little ass!”

Don’tchya just love it when spontaneous stuff like that happens? We were both so tuned on. It was amazing. She rolled over on her back and put a pillow underneath her hips. “Do you want to fuck me now?”

“Oh gawd, yes!” The head of my cock was shiny with precum.

“What hole do you want, Baby?” Her legs were pulled up against her chest and she wiggled at me.

“Your ass. I need to fuck your ass.”

She reached up and twisted one of my nipples so hard I thought I might come right there. “Beg me for it, Bitch.”

I moved up close to her so my cock rubbed against her clit and I whisped in her ear, “Please Mommy. Please let me fuck your tight little ass-hole.”

“Do you really think you deserve it? I only let good little boys fuck that hole.”

“Probably not Mommy, but I’ll try to be better and it’s been so long since you let me go there. Please oh please let me have your ass.”

“Well…OK. It’s not like that little pencil dick of yours is going to stretch me out to bad. Pass me my glass dildo, I want to at least feel like I have something inside me. She slowly started to fuck her cunt with the glass toy while I lubed her ass. Once I had two fingers inside of her she said, “OK now Bitch, now you can come and fuck Mommy’s tight little ass.”

Oh fuck I love that feeling when I pop inside of her. It’s so different then her mouth or cunt. Of course I love being there as well. It’s just that this doesn’t happen very often and we were so connected and turned on and fuck yeah it was hott. She twisted the toy around so I could feel it rubbing against my cock and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. “You like that don’t you Bitch? You like feeling another guys cock rubbing against yours, don’t you? One day I’m going to let you have that for real. You’d love to see me stuffed full of cock wouldn’t you? Maybe I’d invite another guy so I could have a cock in my mouth as well.”

That visual pushed me to the brink. “Oh Mommy I’m there. Please my I come in your ass!!”

“MMMM yes Baby. Fill my ass with all that sweet hot cum. That’s it Baby.”

It felt like I came buckets. I pumped stream after stream deep inside of her and when I slipped out I watched as a little trail of white oozed out of her ass. She twisted the toy around so it was hitting her G-spot and she kept playing with her clit. “Eat me Baby.”

Her inner thighs were covered with pussy juice and I eagerly started licking. She let go of the toy and slapped me hard across the face, “Not there, Bitch. Eat my ass out!”

“Oh no Mommy. Please not that.”

She slapped me again. “You do as you’re told, Bitch. Eat that cum out of my ass!”

I did as I was told. I kissed and licked and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go inside her freshly fucked ass as she kept fucking her cunt with the big glass toy and working her clitty. “Keep eating your cum out of my ass you dirty little boy. You’re a filthy little ass licking cum sucking bitch, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU???!!!”

She was screaming at me as wave upon wave rolled through her body and I kept eating as her juices poured out of her cunt and ran down to her ass and mixed with my juices and fuck yeah it was hot.

I wonder if any of our new neighbours could hear us?

sss

 

 

You’ll never guess what I did at 4 am today…I hopped a fence and went skinny dipping in the hot springs. It was so nice having the whole place to myself. I was sorry ♀ wasn’t there with me, but we’d had a difficult night and besides I’m not sure how we would have explained both of us wandering around outside to the woman at the front desk. I explained what 30 years of night shift does to a person and told her I was walking down to the beach. We decided to spend a second night here so I was able to sleep in a bit. It was nice.

♀ called her dad…and cried…former sister-in-law….and cried…Junior …and cried. It’s understandable, of course.  Besides having a child together, he’d been a part of her life since high school. A big part of why she’s upset right now is how this had hurt Junior, but eventually she’ll need to come to terms with her own issues.

We tried making love a couple of times, but she couldn’t find her mojo (hardly surprising) she offered to give me lovin’ (she’s so great), but I told her no. We did get naked and lay on the bed just touching each other for a while. I don’t know if being a sissy has anything to do with it, but I really liked just doing that.

♀ put the butt plug in me and we went for a stroll down to the lake in the late afternoon sunshine. There was no beach to speak of, but we found an old boat launch that was nice and private and took some pictures. When we got back we went for another dip in the hot springs.  First we went into the caves, which are quite hot. Right beside them is a very cold ‘stream-fed’ pool. ♀wanted me to go in…at first I refused, but then she said she’d fuck me with the ‘Feeldoe’ so in I jumped. After that we went into the big pool. It’s a little cooler then the caves, but still very nice. We spent most of our time fondling each other and making comments about the women in the pool: cuteness, nice boobs, fat asses, odd tattoos, interesting bathing suits, the dynamics of the couples we saw…the list is endless.

When we got back D called to say we have a done deal on the apartment. Yippee!

I braided her hair and laced her into her corset. She hasn’t worn it for several weeks. The dress she wore to dinner wasn’t fancy, but wow the corset made her look uberhot even in a plain dress.  The waiters seemed to be making lots of trips past our table. Unfortunately, we had a waitress and the service was terrible. I think she was jealous.

After dinner we went back into the hot springs. We found a relatively quiet corner in the caves and made out until ♀ got over heated. We went into the big pool and ♀ sat on my lap and teased me. It was all light and playful until I felt a big warm gush. She was peeing on me!  I love it when she pisses on me, but for her to do it there…well fuck! It made me really really excited. She could feel how hard my cock was getting so she turned around and asked me if I wanted to fuck her right there in the pool with all the people around. I told her I did, but I thought there would be a lack of lubrication in the water. The pool was still quite crowded and lots of people were sitting on other peoples laps so that didn’t attract attention.  The mineral water is murky so nobody could really see what was going on. She kept necking with me and playing with my nipples and fiddling with positions and then holy doodle, I was inside of her. There were people all around us and she just bounced lightly up and down on my cock. It was so freakin’ exciting. After about 10 minutes they announced it was closing time and people needed to get out of the pool. It was pretty clear I wasn’t going to be able to come with that kind of pressure and I was going to need a few minutes to settle down so she got off me and we composed ourselves. Even though neither of us had an orgasm, it was an intensely exciting experience.

When we got back to our room, we had a shower and shaved the various body parts that needed shaving. When we got out she told me to kneel on the bed and she brought out our new flogger. She beat me for about ten minutes; lightly at first, then harder and harder. By the time she stopped, my ass was on fire and my cock was rock hard again. She lay on her back and I entered her easily. Then spread my legs like a good sissy. I bit her lip while we were kissing and she slapped my face. She reminded me that only she is allowed to inflict pain and unless she says otherwise she expects me to kiss like a girl…gently. She told me what a bad boy I was for fucking her in the pool and how I would have been punished and publicly humiliated if I’d been caught. It didn’t take long for me to come.

By this time, ♀had found her mojo and really needed an orgasm. So we continued with the pool fantasy while I fingered her come filled cunt. A strapping young boy had been watching us and knew what was going on. He edged closer to us and when he was sitting right next to us he slipped his hand down into his own bathing suit. I was unaware of his presence, but ♀ locked eyes with him and licked her lips in the most seductive way, encouraging him as she bounced up and down on my cock. When all three of us were very close, the strapping young boy grabbed me by the hips and lowered me onto his lap with ♀ still impaled on my cock. He didn’t enter me, but he grabbed ♀ breasts with his big strong hands, pulled her to him and kissed her like a real man with me sandwiched between them. That one image is what did it for her and she had a long intense orgasm.

Yeah, it was smokin’ hot! But I haven’t forgotten she owes me a <Feeldoe> fuck.

We drove to Astoria, Oregon. Lots of logging trucks.

We had yummy wraps for lunch at nice pub. I had a pretty good pale ale. We went up to the Astoria Column. It was closed, but they still wanted to charge us for parking. When we left, I argued with the GPS. I lost.

We stopped at Sunset beach and drove right out onto the beach. The GPS said we were out in the ocean…see, it’s not always right.

We stopped at an outlet mall at Seaside and both found shoes in record time. I bought the same brand and style as I was wearing before. ♀ was disappointed in me. I found a nice cast iron pot. ♀ wanted me to get it, but I didn’t. We just bought new pots and we also have a slow cooker.

We’re staying at the Tolovana Inn at Cannon Beach. The room doesn’t face the water, but it’s a nicer place then we stayed at the night before and it’s cheaper and the wireless internet works. The problem is…they are having a wicked storm here. Seriously. Even though we’re not facing the water, the wind howls through the door jam. It’s raining so hard that after a 10 minute walk on the beach, we were soaked to the skin. The weather guy says all sorts of records were broken today and it doesn’t look like it’s going to clear up until Friday. It’s been so miserable we didn’t even bother walking between buildings to get to the swimming pool. It hasn’t all been bad though. We’ve fucked twice since we got here and ♀ used the new flogger on me.  We’re planning on spending one more night here to explore Cannon Beach, but I don’t think we’ll eat at the restaurant at the hotel again. The Black Haystack Ale was good, but there wasn’t much on the menu that wasn’t deep-fried.

I talked to D twice today. We are officially homeless.  Our house is sold and the deal on the apartment hasn’t been completed yet. It’s a strange feeling…the house selling, buying an apartment with ♀ and buying new stuff for it, Junior moving out. On the one hand we all know it’s time for him to spread his wings, but on the other…he’s so unprepared. I hope he does better then I did.

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It’s been quite the week. We found out ♀ has happy boobs last Friday. Also on Friday, they did the inspection on the townhouse. Junior’s cat shit on the floor and we had to lower the price $750 towards having the carpet removed. We’re pretty sure they intended on removing them all along and this was their way of getting us to pay half. God love old Europeans…he managed to get the price down to $250 above what they originally offered. Oh well, considering this is the 4^th attempt at selling it, we shouldn’t complain.

I was sure we’d found the apartment we were going to put an offer on, but our real estate agent ‘D’ wanted us to look at one more before we decided for certain. So Saturday the plan was we’d look at this last one, then go to the other one and make the offer. As soon as we walked into the one D thought we should see, we knew this was the one for us. I guess that’s why good real estate agents get paid the big bucks. We put the offer in Saturday and Sunday we heard they’d accepted it as is. Sunday was ♀ last shift so we packed up the car and Monday after I got up we met D, signed some more papers and were almost ready to get out of Dodge. Actually before we left we stopped and put a deposit down on a couch and love seat…to go with our new bedroom suite, pots and pans and and and.

Really, I don’t mind. It’s kinda cool buying our very first place together and buying new stuff for it. I’ve been acting like it’s all about her, but I’m excited as well. I guess part of that attitude is wanting to be submissive; making her the supreme authority, but she needs to feel my excitement…she wants it to be our decision…that’s fair.

After all that was done, we headed out. The local border crossings had a 2 hour wait, so we drove out to the Huntingdon/Sumas crossing. I have to say GPS is freakin’ awesome! Punched in Seattle after we crossed the line and off we went.  I was surprised at all the boarded up businesses. Times is tough in northern Washington. We stopped at a mall in Burlington and looked at some lingerie. We didn’t find anything different then we’d find at home and the prices weren’t any better either. ♀ wanted me to get a pretty girdle…preferably an open-bottomed, but no such luck. I think we’ll end up having to get them on-line.

She was worried about me being ‘off’. I don’t know why I bother trying to deny it. I haven’t been sleeping very well lately and there’s been a lot going on and a mall probably wasn’t our best choice. I wasn’t miserable, but I guess I wasn’t a cheerful as I could have been. We left the mall and went to ‘Lovers’. That’s the love shop we bought my maids outfit and ‘Feeldoe’ at a few months ago.  We looked at some restraints, but nothing really jumped out at us. We’ll be able to attach…things to our new bed so we’ve been talking about that lately. Most of the things we looked at were going to cost over $100 to secure both hands and both feet and we wanted to be sure that what we buy is going to get used. There was a ‘Strap-on’ DVD that looked like fun, but ♀ didn’t seem in the mood so I didn’t push it. However, we found a leather flogger on sale. She made me hold my hands out so she could try it on me. Ouch! Yippee for me!

We stopped at Applebee’s for an early dinner. It was OK, just not very inspiring.  After Burlington, we headed to Seattle. I know there are tons of cool things to do there, but we hadn’t researched it at all before we left so we just drove around for a while. We went past the Space Needle then drove down to the pier. It really reminded us of the Westminster Quay. It’s too bad neither of us were hungry because it looked like we could have had some excellent sea food. We stopped for a coffee then decided to push on to Aberdeen. A friend had given us some travel books for Washington and Oregon so we called a couple of places, found a room, entered it into the GPS (have I mentioned how much I like that?) and off we went. I’m glad we drove that part in the dark as the traffic wasn’t bad and I don’t think there was much to see. We arrived about 9:30 at the Olympic Motel. It was very plain, but clean and it comes with a continental breaky. It’s supposed to have wireless internet as well, but that doesn’t seem to work very well.  We walked over to the Mazatlan for a late dinner and a cold Mexican beer. The food was tasty and they had women’s Olympic beach volley ball on TV…Brazil vs. USA (I love watching that) so it was all good.

After dinner, we found some soft  porn on HBO and had lovin’ for the first time on our holidays. No, I guess that’s not true. We fucked the night before, but ♀ didn’t have a big O. The rule is if one of us orgasms it counts as sex. OK, it was the first time we’d had sex in America. Hmmm, no that’s wrong too. We fucked in Alaska. Well, it was definitely the first time we’d ever had sex in Aberdeen, Washington. It never ceases to amaze me how much we still turn each other on. Seriously, I can’t get enough of her.  She licked and sucked my cock, balls and ass. Then she rubbed my cock  between her tits. I could have come just from that, but she told me to wait. She mounted me and told me I needed to keep my hands behind my head. I wasn’t allowed to touch her. She spread my legs apart and told me I had to keep them down and apart, but there was just no way. With a huge effort I managed to keep my hands back, but I couldn’t stop from wrapping my legs around her as she fucked me. I could feel her pussy juices and the last of her period running down my balls and onto my ass. Fuck she turns me on. (I hope she’ll use the Feeldoe in the same position sometime this week) Once I was done, we switched position and I fingered her and whispered nasty things into her ear until she had a HUGE big O. She said it was the best she’s had so far… this trip. LOL.

Let’s see…what else needs to be in a travelogue? I had a headache the night before we left, but other then being a little cranky for awhile, I was fine for our first day. ♀ almost done her period, but she’s still been a bit crampy. I hope she has a big shit before we leave. I don’t think a healthy woman should be able to make smells like that.  She said she started feeling horny when we crossed the line at about 2pm and we didn’t have sex until almost 11pm. We need to make sure she doesn’t have to wait that long tomorrow.

The weather today was cool and damp; perfect for driving. We’re only about an hour away from the Astoria bridge leading into Oregon and the start of our trip down the coast so I’m hoping it’s warmer tomorrow cuz you know sex on the beach would be kinda sweet.

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♀ was asleep when I got home Saturday morning. She’d already left for work when I got up at 1pm, but she left me a note. Hey Bitch; I expect the house to be clean and you to be pretty when I get home @ 6. Love ♀

No kids here this weekend so no fear of getting busted. I pulled on a pair a peach-coloured leggings, the new white bra she bought me last week (It looks like a sports bra, but it’s soft and satiny), my Mary Jane flats and I got busy. I vacuumed and dusted, did the dishes, washed the floors, watered the inside plants and got most of the laundry done (the last load is in the dryer as I’m writing this). I made sure there was a bottle of wine in the fridge and I prepped not one, but two dinners. Chicken souvlaki with pan fried potato’s and cole slaw for Saturday night. Pork tenderloin done in the slow cooker with mashed potato’s for Sunday night. I haven’t decided on the veggies yet.

Once the housework was all done, I had a shower (I used her body wash so I’d smell nice) and shaved my legs and pits. Then I had to decide what to wear. I really don’t know how women do it. Just in case you’re new here…I’m a full-time panty boy. That is to say with the exception of a couple of pairs of silk boxers, all of my under garments are girly. But outer clothes are a different matter. We still have kids at home…I doubt they’d be surprised, but they don’t need to see dad in drag. Also, when I get dressed up, I`m not trying to pass as female. I have facial hair and a shaved head. I know lots of cross-dressers have an entirely separate female persona and when they get dressed `passing`is a big deal, but that`s not me. I`m just a sissy. Don`t get me wrong, I lust after clothes just as much as most women do and I love to go shopping for clothes…and shoes…and lingerie…and bathing suits…and….you get the idea. We just don`t buy many outer clothes for me.

That was a long winded way of saying even though I don`t have a very large wardrobe, I still find it very difficult to decide what to wear when I have the opportunity to get dressed up and I have no idea how women do it.

Eventually I settled on a pretty polka dot dress with built in crinoline, garter and stockings and lacy black panties. I borrowed one of ♀ strapless bras so I could put in both sets of inserts and have really big boobs. I even wore my wig and tried to put on a bit of make-up. (I suck at make-up so I don`t attempt it very often) I finished the look with a pair of black strappy heels.

Was I pretty? Well…I doubt it, but I felt pretty and that`s all that really mattered. Actually, when I was all dolled up and the house was sparkling clean and I was putting the finishing touches on dinner I felt kinda June Cleaverish…if you know what I mean.

I could tell you dinner was fabulous…it is my blog after all, but the truth is dinner wasn`t great. For one thing I used wax paper instead of parchment paper for the pan fries (the boxes look the same) so they were gross. While she was having a glass of wine and I was having a beer we were making out on the couch for awhile. Then she talked to a couple of people on the phone and I started watching the football game and the souvlaki got kinda dried out. So I poured some salsa on them and took out some leftovers and it was all good.

After dinner ♀ had a shower and we tried to decide how the evening should unfold. On the one hand with no kids at home she thought it would be nice if I could be girly all weekend, but on the other hand going to see the strippers might be fun as well (am I the luckiest sissy in the whole world or what!). She was laying naked on the bed while we were discussing these options when she told me she wanted me to dance for her.

I did my best bump and grind routine. (Have you ever tried that? It`s not easy) She did have a few suggestions while I was dancing, but she seemed to enjoy the show. When I only had my panties left on I stood on the bed and straddled her. I swung my hips and slowly lowered myself down to her face, trying hard to keep the rhythm. When I got down close enough she pinched my inner thighs (hard) and grabbed my crotch…actually, she straightened my penis. It was still tucked and was getting uncomfortable. Then I stood back up and turned around and started lowering myself down again. When my ass was close enough, she bit it (hard) then pulled off my panties.

You need to picture the position we were in. My hands were on her ankles and my legs astride her hips. My cock was laying on her pussy and when I rubbed myself against her she could feel it on her clit. My ass was direcly in front of her face. She loves my ass. She`s almost as fond of my ass as I am of her breasts. So she was pretty happy with how we were situated. After a few minutes of her spanking my bum and playing with my balls, she started concentrating on my very horny asshole. She teased me for a while; kissing all around it before she started licking me. She spread me apart and pushed her tongue inside. I started grinding really hard against her. She pulled her tongue out and bit me again. She said she didn`t want me to come yet. She told me to use my fingers on her for awhile until I settled down and then she slipped a finger in me and we were both finger fucking.

I heard the toy drawer open and she said I could rub my cock against her cunt lips again. I knew what was coming, but I couldn`t have imagined what *her new glass toy* would feel like. She`s fucked me with toys before, but they`re silicone and somewhat flexible and I love my *NJOY* butt plug, but it`s short. This was thick and long and hard and holy fuck she had me so turned on. Every couple of minutes she`d pull it out to add more lube and she talked about how my asshole stayed open for her just like a porn star or a whore. Then she`d slam the toy back inside and fuck me even harder. My brain turned to mush. My entire world became the glass in my ass. When I finally shot my load all over the outside of her pussy, it was a huge and powerful orgasm, but it came from inside, not from me rubbing against her. I`m certain I would have come even without any direct stimulation on my cock. It was fucking amazing.

After she removed the toy and I`d come back down to earth, I realized that The Goddess really needed to have a Big O of her own. I took the toy, rinsed it off and hurried back to bed. I started fucking her with it and talking to her like I was another man. An Alpha male. The Alpha male who had just fucked her husband. I told her how tight his ass was and how he`d moaned while I was fucking him. I told her how good it felt being squeezed by him when he came on my cock. I told her I wanted her to come on my cock as well. I told her I wanted to fuck her into submission just like I`d fucked her sissy husband into submission.

She can be vocal when she comes, but holy doodle. She screamed….like from the depths of hell screaming snarling wailing orgasm. Again…fucking amazing.

Cheers,

sss

Here`s a note about last night from ♀:     Finally after all this time taking him to see the strippers, he no longer dances like a tight-assed white boy. It really made me hot!!!

 

 

 ♀ is very particular about the strippers she’ll give tips to. Outfit, dancing ability, rapport with the audience, how quickly she gets naked, real or fake boobs and overall looks are all factors in her decision to tip or not. Going to see the peelers with ♀ is a much different experience then going with guys. I learn more, drink less and dancers often give women who are up front a little more attention. <Kyla> gave ♀ a lot more attention. She told ♀ to stand up, she undid her top, pulled her breasts out of her bra, gave them a good lick, then she held ♀ face in her boobs, then they rubbed their boobs together. Yeah, it was hot. During her last song, she sat on the edge of the stage with her feet on either side of ♀ and spread her lips apart. It was almost as good as a private lap dance without the cost. Well actually there was a cost. After her set Kyla sat down with us. She gave ♀ a very nice kiss, copped a feel and told her she has very nice breasts. I tell her that all the time, but to hear it from a stripper…well, she just beamed. Anyway, Kyla had a DVD that she starred in and also produced and of course we just had to buy it. She signed the cover for us: ‘♀- I’m an oral addict, help me lick my problem. I want to be licked and fucked at the same time. Wet pussy kisses. Kyla xoxoxo.’  We’ve watched it a couple of times and it certainly adds to the thrill knowing ♀ & <Kyla> have touched titties and tongues.

The day after we saw Kyla we went to <Little Sisters>. It wasn’t a planned trip. We just happened to be walking past and I’d always wanted to go in so we did. I thought it was just books, but they had quite a large selection of toys and even some fetish gear. ♀ made me hold my hands out, palms up and she tried a couple of different floggers.  I’ve been trying to talk her into buying leather for years, but had been thinking of apparel. Not that I have much say in these matters.

We didn’t get the flogger (yet), but we did get some lube and

 our

very

first

glass

toy.

Notice all the bumps, the wet inner thighs and the pretty flower at the end? ♀ absolutely loves this toy. My only complaint -yeah, I know, a good sissy is supposed to be obedient and not complain-OK, I’m a little disappointed. We’ve had this toy for 2 weeks and she still hasn’t used it on me!

HHNT

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