"I wish they looked half as sweet on me," She sighed. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and started to protest, but she shushed me. "Her...," she said, pushing me back on the bed. "Let me put your stockings on." Running her hand up my calf she said "Tomorrow we'll shave your legs. That way your stocking will feel really sexy." Hooking the white nylon to the garter tabs she had me stand.I marveled at my reflection in the long mirror. "You must be the cutest sissy in the whole wide. She then insisted that we all shower. The master bathroom had a huge walk in with multiple shower heads that could easily accommodate the three of us. Mike and I stood there as she washed us each from head to toe, paying extra close, almost motherly, attention to crotches, as her soapy hands slid along the delicate skin of our penis and testicles. She then stood and instructed us to wash her. All four of our hands gliding along her hairless body. Naturally we gravitated to her boobs, but she. His accent and multicolored dreadlocks suggested a Caribbean origin, possibly Jamaica.He wore multi-pocketed cargo shorts, striped polo shirt, and flip flops. He was not a big guy, not like her 6’ 1” 220-pound husband. He appeared to be shorter than her own 5’ 7”. He probably matched her 190 pounds.“Look, I called for a ride, not a fucking marriage counselor. You do your job, and I’ll deal with my personal life.”“Yes, ma’am! I didn’t mean to get personal.”They rode in silence for a moment.. If they couldn’t finagle it into Big Bob’s bill, send it to me.Ten minutes later we were at the hospital. I told Tom we would try to keep it short, but we weren’t sure what was happening. I held my new bride’s hand as we went inside. Marilyn asked me, as we got inside, “You know, we’ve never talked about it. Do you want kids?”I gave her a curious look. “Sure. I thought you knew that.”“I wasn’t sure.”“Don’t you remember that little bit about telling your grandchildren about my duel? You’ve got.