"You look tired Marie." Why don't you got to the isolation room and get a couple of hours sleep." I wake you if I need help"."Steve you're a doll I am...beat."She grabbed her bag and headed off down the hall. I gave her a few minutes and the headed for the change room where I applied my makeup and then my pretty things and finally my wig and dress. I took one last look as I headed back to the ward and to Mr Rogers room where I let my self in quietly.I moved to his bed as my eyes adjusted to the. ’ ‘Ma’am, do you know if Missus Hall and her husband were having any problems?’ She wanted to lie. Wanted it so badly. She did not want this man thinking that their friend might have done this. Done this horrible thing to his own wife. But she knew how angry he was. How hurt and betrayed. And reluctantly, she had to admit that spousal abuse, especially among high stress macho types like police, fire and military was an all too common problem. She knew personally the realities of it, had. "I looked at her, "But you're sure? This is going to be pretty blatant, pretty raw, for what is really still a young inexperienced teenage boy."She grinned at me. "You don't know the half of it. Because, when you're done fucking me ... Charles is going to take HIS turn! I'm going to take his kilt off (the boy often sits around watching TV in the evenings in a cotton kilt, his own sort of bathrobe) and suck his cock until he's this close to coming! And then he's going to climb on me and. I loved fucking her, too. And I wanted to suck her pussy for her. Just like I did for Cindy. She laid back, spread her thighs wide, and I got down and started sucking her clit. I knew that would make her come fast. I liked that. She was moaning louder, but the shower would drown out her groans. My cock was hard and I stroked it slowly as I savored the smell and taste of my stepsister's pussy. "Tell me I'm pretty, Peter. Tell me. I'm pretty. Men want me, don't they? Oh fuck, that's so good. I'm.