"You know Donna?" I said one time, caressing his manhood through his panties. "I'm starting to get concerned about you."
"Concerned?"
"Yes I think you're getting... well... kinda... well... sissyish?"
"Aw, c'mon Karen." he said, bright red.
"Well Donna? You have to admit it - you do a lot of kinda girlish things - I mean you're always doing girl things with mom and Wendy - and you do wear panties. Can you blame me for being worried? Suppose you can't..." I tried to blush... "act the man's part on our wedding night?"
A horrified look crossed his face, then was quickly replace with a sort of weak hopeful look. "Maybe we could... you know... sorta... try? See how I do?"
I slapped his face hard! "What do you take me for, huh?" Some sort of floozy?" I snapped. "I thought you were a gentleman, Donna!"