Making The Bed

Sissy knew precisely what she was doing.  Her wife had already gone to work, leaving her boyfriend to finish showering while sissy began on her house chores.  It looks like sissy’s wife’s boyfriend is going to be late for work today.  Again.

Which One Is The Sissy?

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Of Service

Sissy’s mouth is always a willing receptacle for her wife’s boyfriend to deposit his seed.

The Good Sissy

A good sissy wants everything clean, from her floors to her Mistress’ pussy and her Master’s cock.

Picnic

Climbing the Corporate Ladder

Every year sissy's wife hosts a party for the field office executives of the company where she works.  Since she feminized her husband, her sissy's contribution to the party has resulted in perfect attendance, not to mention steady promotion up the corporate ladder for her wife.  The line forms at the bedroom door.

And by the way, the female field office executives are also in attendance.

Bath Time

[NOTE - Anyone who is just beginning to read my blog might want to read the following early entries in my blog about my sissy journey before reading this latest entry: A Little More Background - Am I Sure I Should Do This? - I'm Afraid - These - Where It All Started - Then, These - Miss Flo - Caught For The First Time - About My Last Post - Bikini Panties!!! - A Virgin Bride (And Groom) - Exhausted Sissy Needs Stress Relief! - Sissy Marries Cheerleader - Sissy Makes Life With Cheerleader - Cheerleader Discovers Sissy - Cheerleader Accepts Sissy - Cheerleader And Sissy Grow - Cheerleader Asserts Control - Cheerleader Teases Sissy - Cheerleader And Sissy Settle In To New Home - Cheerleader Cucks Sissy - Cheerleader and Sissy Are Mentored - Sissy Offers Context For Cheerleader - Sissy Sees Her Future - Sissy Adapts To Chastity - Sissy And Cheerleader Spend A Weekend Apart – Our Weekend Apart Aftermath – Cheerleader Has A Heart-To-Heart With Sissy - Sissy And Cheerleader's Last Weekend With Andrea - Part One - Sissy And Cheerleader's Last Weekend With Andrea - Part Two - Cheerleader Thanks Sissy - Cheerleader Does A Sleepover - How My Cheerleader Vets Men - Cheerleader Flirts - With Purpose - Cheerleader Is A Happy Girl - Cheerleader Learns – Juggling Isn’t Easy - Cheerleader Gets An Itch - My Cheerleader's Summer of Contentment – My Cheerleader and Her Quarterback -  Cheerleader and Sissy Reach Accord (And Satisfaction) - Sissy Catches Up, Cheerleader Goes Sailing - Discovered! - It Was Bound To Happen Sooner Or Later - Quarterback Discovers Leeanne - I Have Good News. And News - Quarterback Is Visiting For Labor Day - Cheerleader Speaks - My New Sissy Life - Kittens Love Cream - Sissy Belongs to Cheerleader - Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.  These are the previous posts that tell the story about my sissy journey.]

Two nights ago, quarterback's second night staying at our house, when I arrived home from work, my house was quiet.  I knew my cheerleader and her quarterback were home though because each of their cars were in front of our house.  They had gone Christmas shopping during the day.  I had no idea what evening plans, if any, they had.  As I walked toward the stairs to our bedroom I heard laughing.  My cheerleader was especially loud and was squealing too.  I called out her name, not wanting to interrupt them if they were, well, you know.  She hollered back, "Sissy?  Come on up sweetie!"

As I walked up the stairs and got closer to our bedroom, I could tell that the voices and laughter was coming from the master bathroom.  I slowly walked into our semi-dark bedroom and poked my head carefully into the bathroom, certain already what I'd see - the two of them in our bathtub together.  And sure enough, that is what I saw.  Quarterback, for his part, seemed unconcerned to be found in the tub with my cheerleader.  After all, when he was around, she belonged to him now.  And as for her, she was having such fun with him, laughing and splashing, that she seemed oblivious to how I might feel to be standing there, in my work clothes, watching them.  They had a bottle of champagne opened by the tub and were sipping out of their flutes. 

My cheerleader stopped laughing long enough to say hi to me and ask how my day had been.  I stuttered, telling her it was fine.  Truly?  I was uncomfortable, uncertain how I should react to what they were doing.  I asked how their day had gone.  My cheerleader told me it was fantastic, with an exclamation point!  She then said they had bought me something that they wanted me to try on for them and directed me to the guest room to change and then return.

I left them in the tub with bath bubbles covering them and went to the guest room, my tummy already churning with anxiety about what they may have bought for me.  What I found was something I would not have imagined.  I suppose I assumed it would be lingerie, of some sort, probably something like a nightie and a bra and panty set, but no.  Lying on the bed was a pair of pink sheer tights, a pink sheer body suit, a pink bra, no panties, my bells from the night before, and a light blue lace tulle ballerina tutu.  And pink high heels.  There was a note on the bed written by my cheerleader that read, "You are going to look so adorable in this sissy.  Be sure to notice that the tights and bodysuit have been modified to permit your bells to be worn appropriately.  Don't let me down.  Hurry up!  We're waiting!"

Should I have declined?  Perhaps.  Did the thought cross my mind?  No.  Not even for a second.  I realized this would be embarrassing.  I also realized that was probably the point too.  And yet, I knew I'd wear it, just as my cheerleader had asked.  I removed my work clothes, including the lingerie I'd worn to work that day.  I stepped into the guest bathroom and turned on the shower, deciding I should be clean before putting on my new outfit.  I took a quick shower and then went back to the guest room to change, my cheerleader's laughs and squeals emanating down the hallway.

I suppose everyone can just picture how sissy I looked once I had the outfit on.  My chastity cage was clearly visible through the tights and bodysuit.  The dangling bells between my thighs were freely clanging.  And when I pulled that pretty light blue tulle ballerina skirt up around my waist, I just knew I'd never looked sissier in my life.  Quarterback was going to love seeing me emasculated like this.  At least, that is what I thought.  Just as I was getting up my courage to go to them, my cheerleader called out, "Sissy!  Are you coming?"  I smiled and replied, "On my way!"

Walking in my five inch heels, basically fully exposed as a chastised sissy, I pulled my shoulders back and walked in to them, letting my hips sway as I walked in short sissy steps.  Stepping onto the bathroom tile, my heels clicked and quarterback whistled.  My cheerleader exclaimed, "Oh sissy!  So cute!  Spin for us!" she ordered me.  Knowing my cheeks had to be as red as my freshly painted lips, I turned for them and they each cheered me.

My cheerleader was sitting in the tub facing her quarterback, her legs wrapped around his waist.  Her full breasts were floating on the surface of the tub and he was fondling them, as if he owned them which, he pretty much did, while she was stroking his cock like she worshipped it.  I stood there feeling quite out of place as the two of them remained intimate.  I didn't know what I was expected to do at this point, now that they'd seen me in my new outfit.  That's when the event of the evening was thrust upon me.  Quarterback looked at me and said, "Come here sissy."  I walked over by the tub.  Then, smiling as he looked at my cheerleader, he said, "Your wife needs a trimming sissy.  I understand that is your job."  My cheerleader giggled and I was just stunned.  I said nothing.  "Is that right sissy?  You shave her for me?"  I nodded my head and barely uttered a reply, "Yes."  "Good," he answered.  "I want you to do it.  Now.  I want to watch."  I hesitated.  He looked up at me.  "The shave cream and razor is right there," he pointed to the side of the tub.  "Be careful now.  I don't want her nicked in any way."

Feeling so humiliated and exposed as a sissy cuckold husband, I submitted.  I sank to my knees and reached for the shave cream.  My cheerleader laid back toward the other side of the tub and let her pelvis float at the surface of the water, her full beautiful body displayed for her quarterback to watch.  As for him, well his thick cock was bobbing above the surface of the water just in front of my face and I couldn't keep my eyes from darting back and forth between his cock and my cheerleader's pussy.  Deciding the sooner I completed the task the sooner my embarrassment would end, I shook the can and squirted a healthy dollop of the cream into my palm and began coating my cheerleader's pussy, feeling my won arousal take control of me as I did so.  After coating her and rubbing it on thoroughly, I began to slowly and carefully slide the razor over her nether region to remove the tiny bit of stubble that had grown there over the past 48 hours since I'd last shaved her.  I could feel her quarterback watch me.  I could see my cheerleader looking at him too.  She licked her lips and asked, "Are you going to fuck me when she's done?"  Her quarterback kind of growled and answered, "What do you think?"  "I hope so," she giggled.  I felt like some kind of attendant that they barely acknowledged was present. 

After a few minutes, my cheerleader was perfectly smooth.  I rinsed her off and then sat back on my haunches, waiting to be excused for them to continue with their bath.  But that was not part of quarterback's plan.  No.  He wasn't quite through with me.  "Suck my cock sissy.  Get me ready to fuck your wife."  I got back and leaned over the edge of the tub.  His cock was already hard as a rock.  He didn't need to be made ready.  He just wanted to make me suck him before he entered my cheerleader.  This was all about embarrassing me.  And it was working.  I opened my mouth and took him inside, slowly swirling my tongue around his thick helmet, knowing he was about to be inside of my cheerleader.  I only sucked on him for a brief moment before he said, "That's enough sissy.  Come here baby," he told my cheerleader.  She immediately scooched up in the tub and crawled onto his lap, easily settling onto his thick, hard cock and letting him slide completely inside of her.  Quarterback exclaimed, "Sissy!  She is so smooth!  Excellent job!"  And then, as I kneeled by the tub, the two of them fucked.  My cheerleader rocked back and forth in the water as her ex-husband fucked her freshly shaved pussy.  Her quarterback fondled her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples.  My cheerleader leaned forward, pressing her soft breasts against him and kissed him deeply.  When she broke the kiss she sighed and moaned, "I love your cock.  Soooo much!  Please!  Never stop fucking me.  Ever!"  Quarterback grunted and groaned as he let her ride him in the tub.  They fucked and fucked.  I was so turned on by this point.  I forgot how sissy and silly I must look kneeling there beside them, enraptured with being permitted such a close up viewing of their intimacy.  The two of them were so good together.  I understood how much my cheerleader needed him and could never imagine preventing her from having him in her life, sexually speaking.  Soon I could tell he was about to climax.  She squeezed him tightly as he began pushing his cock up inside of her as deeply as he could penetrate her.  Then he began grunting and growling, "Oh fuck!  Your cunt is so hot babe!  So hot!"  My cheerleader squealed, "Fuck!  Your cum is so hot!  I love it.  I want more!  More!  More!"  Then, as quickly and as hot as it had been, it was over.  She collapsed onto his chest and kissed him.  His cock was still inside of her.  I just kneeled there waiting for my next instruction. 

Quarterback said, "We're hungry sissy.  While we dry off, go make some dinner."  He then pushed my cheerleader back from him, letting is cock pull out, and she whimpered, "No!"  But he just laughed and said, "Don't worry baby.  We're not done yet."  He stood in the tub and turned toward me, his thick softening cock swaying in front of him.  "Clean it sissy," he said.  Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth and sucked the sperm covering his cock and also received a treat of some extra cum out of him.  He then reached down to help my cheerleader stand.  "Now her," he said.  As my cheerleader stood in the tub, I leaned forward and locked my mouth over her smooth slit and began sucking her quarterback's sperm out of her pussy.  There was, as usual, quite a bit and I loved doing it for her.

When I was finished, I stood up and went to prepare them dinner.  I'd been alone in the kitchen for a while when quarterback came downstairs.  I glanced over my shoulder and saw that he was wearing a robe hanging open at the front.  His cock hung heavily between his legs as he walked over to me.  Coming up close behind me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and said, "Don't stop," and so I continued working on dinner.  Having him touch me like that made my stomach churn with anxiety.  He edged closer to me and I could feel his cock pressing up against my butt.  With one of his hands he softly stroked my neck.  "Are you okay sissy?" he asked.  I was nervous at the way he was being with me while we were alone.  I replied, "Yes.  I think so."  He said, "You are a different one, you know that, right?"  I answered, "I suppose so."  "Hmmmm," he said.  "But you like this, don't you?  I mean, I don't want to do anything to hurt you.  But I think you like this.  Am i right?  Tell me," he encouraged me to speak freely.  I thought for a second or two.  As I did I felt his hand drop between my thighs and he softly stroked my balls through my pantyhose.  I shuddered at his touch.  "Yes," I admitted.  "I do.  Like it."  Then, added, "No.  I love it."  He sighed a deep breath behind me and said gently, "Good.  Because I like it too.  And so does your wife.  But I want you to say 'Uncle' if we go too far.  Deal?"  I couldn't believe we were having this conversation.  I smiled to myself, loving the touch of his fingers on me through the nylon covering my clitty.  "Deal," I agreed.  Then, he leaned over and kissed me on the side of my cheek and said, "Go to your wife now.  She wants you.  I'll stir this," referring to the meal I was preparing for dinner.

I did as he said, wondering if the two of them had decided to do this together, or whether what he'd just done was him acting on his own.  I walked upstairs to find my cheerleader, feeling nervous about what she was going to say to me.  I found her lying on our bed, naked, her legs open and her knees up.  She was clearly waiting for me, and smiled when I entered the bedroom.  "Hi baby," she said.  "You okay?"  The two of them must have been worried they had gone too far with me, as each were showing extra concern for my well being.  I nodded.  "Yes.  I'm fine.  Are you?"  She smiled and said, "I'm very fine.  I have something for you.  Come," she beckoned me to her with her finger.  As I approached the bed she directed me between her thighs, pulling my face right into her, and I needed no further explanation.  Her quarterback had left a gift for me.  I began licking her and immediately could taste his sperm inside of her.  My cheerleader maintained a soft, but firm pressure on the back of my head as I licked and sucked her.  Moaning she encouraged me, "That's a good girl sissy.  I love this.  I love everything about what we have.  But mostly, I love you.  Thank you for giving me this."  She couldn't have said anything more perfect than what she'd just said.  When I finished, she pulled me to her chest and kissed me on my mouth, a full and deep wet kiss.  When we broke, she smiled at me and said, "Isn't his cum yummy?"  I laughed.  "Yes.  It is," I agreed.  "I'm so glad you like it.  And that you are okay with everything.  You are okay with everything, aren't you?"  Again, as her quarterback had done, she was checking to ensure that I was on board.  "Yes.  I'm okay.  with everything," I assured her.  "I'm so happy to hear that.  Let's go have some dinner then.  Okay?"  I smiled.  "Okay."

My cheerleader put on a babydoll nightie and we went downstairs to join her quarterback.  He turned to us as we entered the kitchen and asked, "Are we all good?"  My cheerleader walked over to him and kissed him full on the mouth, holding it for a long time.  When they broke she said, "We are all so good."  I was smiling at this latest development.  The two of them were so good together, but more importantly for me, they were each concerned about me and how I was handling what they had been throwing my way.  In that moment I wanted nothing more than to be the best sissy husband possible.  It was, all in all, an interesting evening.  I felt like a brand new rhythm was being developed between the three of us, although I never quite knew what I might expect next.  What I knew for certain was that they had become very comfortable using me as their sissy.  And I was determined to enjoy my role in their relationship.

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

[NOTE - Anyone who is just beginning to read my blog might want to read the following early entries in my blog about my sissy journey before reading this latest entry: A Little More Background - Am I Sure I Should Do This? - I'm Afraid - These - Where It All Started - Then, These - Miss Flo - Caught For The First Time - About My Last Post - Bikini Panties!!! - A Virgin Bride (And Groom) - Exhausted Sissy Needs Stress Relief! - Sissy Marries Cheerleader - Sissy Makes Life With Cheerleader - Cheerleader Discovers Sissy - Cheerleader Accepts Sissy - Cheerleader And Sissy Grow - Cheerleader Asserts Control - Cheerleader Teases Sissy - Cheerleader And Sissy Settle In To New Home - Cheerleader Cucks Sissy - Cheerleader and Sissy Are Mentored - Sissy Offers Context For Cheerleader - Sissy Sees Her Future - Sissy Adapts To Chastity - Sissy And Cheerleader Spend A Weekend Apart – Our Weekend Apart Aftermath – Cheerleader Has A Heart-To-Heart With Sissy - Sissy And Cheerleader's Last Weekend With Andrea - Part One - Sissy And Cheerleader's Last Weekend With Andrea - Part Two - Cheerleader Thanks Sissy - Cheerleader Does A Sleepover - How My Cheerleader Vets Men - Cheerleader Flirts - With Purpose - Cheerleader Is A Happy Girl - Cheerleader Learns – Juggling Isn’t Easy - Cheerleader Gets An Itch - My Cheerleader's Summer of Contentment – My Cheerleader and Her Quarterback -  Cheerleader and Sissy Reach Accord (And Satisfaction) - Sissy Catches Up, Cheerleader Goes Sailing - Discovered! - It Was Bound To Happen Sooner Or Later - Quarterback Discovers Leeanne - I Have Good News. And News - Quarterback Is Visiting For Labor Day - Cheerleader Speaks - My New Sissy Life - Kittens Love Cream - Sissy Belongs to Cheerleader.  These are the previous posts that tell the story about my sissy journey.]

I received a phone call at work today.  My cheerleader called me to tell me that she had a surprise for me.  Her quarterback was coming for an impromptu visit to see her and to do some Christmas shopping.  And not simply for an overnight – he will be staying with us all week.  I was told that I would continue to go to work each day, but that I could expect to fulfill my role as their sissy during all other times, beginning tonight when I arrived home.  As I write this, by cheerleader and her quarterback are in bed for the evening.  Quarterback has instructed me to write up a post for the blog, before I go to bed, describing what happened after I got home from work.

My cheerleader and her quarterback were in the kitchen when I arrived home.  She was working at the kitchen sink preparing dinner, wearing only an apron and high heels, while he was standing behind her having his way, more or less, with her.  And by “having his way,” I mean he was fondling her breasts from behind and kissing her on her neck.  She seemed quite content to have him doing so as she worked.  They greeted me and asked how my day was.  I told them fine, and asked how theirs had been.  “We’ve been out shopping some,” my cheerleader told me.  “In fact, we bought you something.  It’s upstairs laid out on the guest bed.  Why don’t you go up and shower and I’ll be up in a few minutes to help you dress?”  I said, “Okay,” and left them alone to go get ready for whatever was about to come my way.

I entered our room and removed my work clothes and then turned on the shower.  I washed and shaved quickly, expecting that my cheerleader would be up soon.  Sure enough, as I stepped out she was entering the bathroom.  She came to me and gave me a warm hug and a kiss, smiling to let me know she was excited that her quarterback was there.  “Come on,” she said.  “Let me show what we bought for you today.”  She led me to the guest room, where I stay when a man visits my cheerleader.  Lying on the bed was a pink lace garterbelt with red hearts embroidered on it, pink stockings, and a pink satin bullet bra.  Also on the bed were my large “Big Girl” breast forms, my buttplug, my kitten tail, a pink ribbon collar with tiny silver bells sewn around it, some more ribbon with three shiny silver bells attached, and a very short, frilly and completely sheer babydoll.  My cheerleader watched my reaction to my outfit for the evening.  I could figure out everything except the three bells tied to the strips of pink ribbon.  My cheerleader spoke.  “Let me help you get dressed.  Tom is quite excited about what we’ve bought for you today.  In fact, he picked out everything.  Just for you sissy."

 

In short order, my cheerleader had me step into the garterbelt, and then helped me into my stockings and attached them for me.  She then held my bra up for me to slide my arms in the straps and fastened it behind me, leaning over to retrieve my breast forms to stuff inside the pointy bullet bra.  Next she had me bend over and she inserted my buttplug inside of me and connected my kitten tail.  Then, she picked up the three ribbons with bells on them and stooped in front of me and began tying them to my chastity cage, one on either side, and one in the middle, finishing off by tying a pink ribbon in a bow at the top of my cage.  She then slid the sheer babydoll over my head and snapped my collar on me.  Finally, she helped me step into my five inch pink high heels and put my kitten ears on me, and then clipped a pink ribbon leash onto my collar.  She was grinning from ear-to-ear as she looked at me, and then said, “Just one more thing and you’ll be ready.”  She then pulled out a tube of red lipstick from a pocket in her apron and coated my lips thoroughly.  “You’ll want your lips to be ready for Tom’s cock sissy,” she said as she carefully applied the lipstick. 

When she finished, she turned me to face the full-length mirror in the room and teased me using one of my blog recurring themes, “What do you think?  Too sissy?  Or not sissy enough?”  I was already feeling the humiliation factor rising.  I looked so sissy.  The babydoll concealed nothing.  I wore no panties, so my sissy clitty confined within its cage, fully adorned with pink ribbon and bells, was on display.  And the bells were going to be jingly jangling whenever I moved.  “Do I have to wear this?” I asked her, knowing full well the answer already.  She just laughed and held the leash up, “Come kitty.  Let’s go show Tom his pretty sissy.”

My cheerleader led me into the kitchen where quarterback was sitting at the bar drinking a glass of wine.  When I walked in, the ringing chimes of my bells on my neck and dangling between my legs, he turned to look at me, the expression on his face priceless.  “Oh my!” he said.  “Look at you!”  My cheerleader leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Curtsy sissy.”  Feeling naked and exposed more than I ever had been in front of one my cheerleader’s men, I obediently dipped into a full curtsy for her quarterback, the bells clinging as I did so.  He laughed loudly at me and I felt more humiliated than I ever had in front of him.  I know that probably sounds stupid to say, given my level of submission at this point, but I just felt so exposed.  But I didn’t know exposed yet.

Quarterback pulled my cheerleader in to his side, cupping her bare ass with his hand and kissed her full on the mouth, right in front of me.  And she gave him all that he wanted too, kissing him deeply.  He stood up from the bar and pointed to the floor.  “On your knees sissy,” he said.  “Time to get me ready to fuck your wife.  Right here.  Right now.”  I sank to the floor on my knees as he unzipped his jeans and let his pants drop to the floor, his thick and heavy cock now dangling in front of my face.  I could feel his and my cheerleader’s eyes on me as I reached up to hold his hot cock.  I was trembling with excitement.  Truth?  I had been fantasizing about sucking his cock ever since my cheerleader told me he was visiting us.  I love sucking quarterback’s dick.

I leaned in close and licked him, by cheerleader fascinated at how eagerly I submitted to quarterback’s command.  I opened my mouth wide and took him between my freshly painted red lips, secretly turned on that my cheerleader seemed to enjoy watching me suck her ex-husband’s cock, all to get him hard so he could fuck her in front of me.  After a few minutes quarterback grabbed my cheerleader and pushed her face down on the bar, her pussy up and ready for him.  He pulled out of my mouth and turned to her and pushed his cock between her wet lips.  She was so ready for him and I had a ringside seat to watch, until he told me to get behind him.  “Suck my balls sissy.  Take them all the way in your mouth and don’t let go while I fuck your wife.” 

I couldn’t believe what was happening.  I crawled behind quarterback and held his huge ballsack in my fingers and stuffed him inside of my mouth as he was pushing his cock deeper within my cheerleader.  He began sliding in and out of her.  In and out.  In and out.  In and out.  With each thrust she would moan and I’d do my best to keep his balls in my mouth.  Quarterback was grunting as he fucked my cheerleader.  It was one of the hottest things I’d ever done.  I could feel him the moment he began to fill her with his sperm.  She was moaning and crying out his name, telling him she loved his dick so much.  Loved being fucked by him.  Loved feeling his hot cum inside of her pussy.  I felt so small and submissive and insignificant as I heard her while I sucked on his balls.  He pushed deep within her and stopped, holding his cock tightly against her ass.  My mouth was drooling spit from sucking his balls.  Then, slowly, he began to withdraw.  As he did he said, “Get ready sissy.  I want you to suck it all out of your wife for us.  All of my sperm!  Understand cockslut?”  I let his balls slip from my mouth and said, “Yes sir,” as I moved to catch the first load of his cum as it poured out of my cheerleader’s pussy.  My cheerleader began grinding her pussy against my mouth, sighing as I sucked her ex-husband’s sperm out of her freshly fucked pussy.  When I finished, I sat back on my haunches, expecting to have to clean off quarterback’s cock.  I was not disappointed.  He pulled me to him and said, “Clean me off sissy.”  He slapped his cock against my cheek as I grabbed him to stuff him inside of my mouth, fully intending to try to make him hard again, but he only let me suck him until he was clean.  Then he made me stop so he and cheerleader could eat dinner together in the dining room.  I was made to eat alone, as the rest of the evening was reserved for them to be alone. 

And so, that is how my week is going to be.  And before anyone gets all ‘This is outrageous how you are being treated poor Leeanne!’?  Know this.  Despite being humiliated and feeling smaller and more insignificant than I ever have, I loved every single second.  I cannot explain it.  But there is something about being a submissive sissy for my wife and her ex-husband that gets me going.  I love it.  And I want them to know I love it.  And I want all of my friends and followers to know that I love it.