Sissy devotion Stories

By the time I noticed Jeron’s car pull into the driveway, my wife Liz had changed into an oversized crop top shirt and cute boy shorts. Judging by the way her breasts moved and the lack of lines in the shorts, she didn’t bother to include underwear. Jeron rang the doorbell and like a defeated man I lumbered to receive him, dragging my walking boot behind me. “Hey Mark, how’s the leg?” Jeron said as he breezed by me. “Dadd...