You’re going to be okay, Henry. We’re on the way to Mercy. You have a broken arm and a broken leg, and we’ve splinted both and given you somethi...g for the pain.’ I focused on him, and saw a name badge that said Ramirez, before I look up and saw a face that looked about my age of 29, with a moustache and one of those little soul patches under his lip. ‘Hank, call me Hank… Missy! How’s my wife?’ We had been on our way home from our 5th anniversary dinner before leaving for Bermuda the next day. Rugged pulled away and moved to her mouth kissing her to allow her to taste her juices, while gently rubbing his index finger up and down her gaping slit avoiding her clit, though occasionally touching and teasing it. He whispered in her ear, and she scooted closer to the edge of the stool, as he knelt once again, he spread her legs wider with his hands and started to lap at her flower, licking up and down with more force, focusing his tongue on her clit, while slowly inserting his index finger. All four sissies were dressed identically, except for the colors -Heather and I, the blonds, were in black. Raquel, the jet black manedgirl, and Julie, the brunette, were in red. Some of the lace was in acontrasting black or red color.Our long hair, mine with supplemental hair pieces, was done in longflowing styles. Heather and I had parts and one side partially coveringour faces. The other girls' was teased and combed back to create puffedmanes.The bras were an underwired quarter cup type. She tied her hair into a ponytail.She went through to the gym and stretched. Her hamstrings were particularly tight. She stretched her whole body making sure that she was completely limber. Then, to give her hamstrings and extra stretch, she walked over to one of the currently unused running machines, lifted her leg high and placed it on the bar off the machine. She leaned into her leg. Jessica looked at herself in the mirror. She was not an arrogant woman, but she was confident, however, she.