Your battle is mine. Our joys and our sorrows are as one.” I didn’t know how Lois could know the words of Honor Harrington, but I could do worse t...an to proceed with Honor.I took her hands, and we stood kissing softly. One by one, Terry, Paul, Arlene, Vivian, Greta. and Shelley came forward and knelt, looking eager. We repeated the ritual. “For now, you won’t know that what I say has meaning before the literal one, but, go with honor. That shall be our theme, in different ways. We go in honor.. BELOW THE WAISTShe looks at me, her gaze directAnd unafraid, not at all demureThese days, now she's been to the gym;Her breasts are firm, more muscleThan fat, capping pectorals like thoseOf the governor of California's used to be,Before he softened; her arms are massive,Ballooning with sinews bigger than my head;She is beautiful, but so masculine I expect,Almost, to see a cock instead of a cuntBelow, but she wears pants, and I, a fairyPrincess, dare not demandShe remove them just so I can. Running his hands up down her flat stomach and over her pelvic bone, he decided to go for it. Sliding his hand under the swimsuit he felt the folds of her pussy, he didn’t stop until he reached the opening of her vagina. But instead of entering he decided to tease her a little bit too, gliding his middle finger up along her slit. He pulled the bikini to the side and took in the spectacular view before him, which he could tell was wet from him exciting her. Ms. Centeno spread her legs even. Tears filled her eyes as thehopelessness of the situation filled the room. I moved to her hoping Dadwouldn't see her despair."Mom, we'll get through this, don't worry, let's just get Dad, better."Mom lifted her tear filled eyes to me and managed a small smile."I love you Mark, my pretty, pretty boy."We spent the rest of the day with Dad. His spirits seemed to lift thelonger we where with him. I was surprised that he remembered my fledglingmodeling career but couldn't remember his son. The fact.