Aunty with out sex
To make the whole business even more unpleasant, the lecherous Sweeney kept leering at Lilith during the entire time they were there.
Lilith regarded Sweeney as if he was some sort of barnyard animal, and returned his leering with a look as would split rocks (an Irish expression)!
But he brightened up and smiled when he saw the two pretty women.
One look at Sweeney with his pencil-thin moustache and oily looking slicked black hair and Lilith sized him up as a pathetic little bureaucrat with an inflated ego.
The older pretty gal with her had a big pair of tits and looked like she’d also be a great roll in the hay.
But now he’d have to fill out “another one of those damn long reports” to send to the authorities in the state capital.
a nation-wide organization, with chapters in many cities, of domineering women that make their little boys sissies by raising them like little girls until they’re twelve years old, and are then getting the weekly female hormone injections and daily hormone pills leading up to their sexual reassignment surgery that will change their actual sex to female.
The new bouffant fashion decreed by the fashion designers of Paris, France of wearing multiple petticoats under full dresses and skirts arrives in America, with women usually wearing a full length or half slip and two or three petticoats under their dresses to give them the desired bouffant appearance, while little and pre-teen girls wear pretty bouffant slips under their dresses.
We know he’s seven years old, though we don’t know the exact date. ” said Lilith, aghast at the thought of having a little boy knocking over the antiques in her lovely home as he ran around inside with his pals, screeching like a wild Indian and disrupting her and Sally’s enjoyable life of the idle rich. Soon a stout matron bought the little boy in with the rest of his few tattered and patched clothes in a state-issued cheap suitcase made of simple cardboard panels folded together, and a thin plastic strap for a grip.
Lilith looked him over with a critical eye: long blond hair like her own, a clear medium complexion also like her own, the rosy blush of youth on his cheeks, a slim youthful build, about four feet tall, and a cute face and smile.
Lilith Meene...a tall gorgeous twenty-six year old unmarried extreme feminist, often has a haughty imperious manner, incredibly wealthy, owner of Bouquet, a mid-Victorian mansion located on the outskirts of a town on New York State’s east side of the Hudson River, considered by Lilith and her exclusive social circle to be the “right side” (meaning the socially proper side) of the river, and not as far north as the “apple knocker” (farmers) country of upstate New York’s farmlands, also a distant aunt of Nancy. Nancy...formerly Paul, the little boy who is dressed and raised like a little girl by his aunt and her mother, and taught to behave like “a good little girl”, like the two women want him to be, effectively making the boy a sissy, beginning when he was seven years old.
Lilith’s twice divorced forty-five year old, still very pretty mother, now also an extreme feminist due to her too early and ill-fated short marriages, following her second divorce lives again at Bouquet with Lilith, and becomes affectionate “Gramma” to Nancy.