“I’m Lucy, and this is Hannah; you get nice and comfy and we’ll hear all about you.” Pepper felt nicely at home all of a sudden; the experien...e earlier had not been as frightening as she had imagined when her stepmother had first left her, and she did not miss her. Clara Bow was very stern and scared her, but the promise of a caning excited her somehow; this was a small price to pay to be among sissies just like her, and her balls and artificially excited anus tingled as Lucy began to apply. “Nada, papá,” she said. “Just a movie.”“Porn? You?”“No, no, um, a foreign movie…for my media class.” She bit her lip and brushed her hair back.The dad groaned, “Turn it off, Elvie. Go to sleep. Now.”“Okay,” she yelled back.When he was gone, Elvia exhaled. Henry’s cock was still on her screen.“You okay?” Henry said, leaning back, only dressed in his black shirt with his knees spread wide.“Mmm,” she said sadly.She was mesmerized looking at his cock. It had gone flaccid. He was touching it again. I’m ok with that. She’s still my wife for at least two more months. My vows said in sickness and in health. I’m honoring that part of it as I always have. It was late, I opened her door to check on her. She was sleeping. I stroked her face. I whispered, “I miss you, my love”. A couple of tears fell onto her face. As I walked out, I touched her gorgeous toes protruding from her cast. She knew I loved her feet and toes. She always kept them perfect for me. I quietly closed her door.MarshaI was. " That is when the recognition floods your face. "Lucien?” "Yes," I reply with a smile. "You have heard of me." "Yeah, I have heard a few of your poems. You are amazing," you reply. "Thanks, a lot of people say that, but I just write down what feels right. But I am boring; I want to know about you?" I ask. We talk for over an hour. "I should probably head back to my hotel," I say getting up. Still swinging from a wonderful conversation with a guy who actually listens, you say.