’ ‘I can’t explain it, Jen,’ I told her, ‘I’m sorry, but I really can’t.’ ‘What happened to you while you were in the Navy, Michael?...�� she sobbed, ‘Please tell me…please,’ and then she laid her head in my lap and continued to bitterly weep.’ After I got Jenny calmed down enough to talk to her, I wiped her eyes and said, ‘Maybe one day I can talk about it, but just not now. That’s the best I can do, Jen, so, please try to understand, okay?’ ‘I’ll try, Michael,’ she sniffled, wrapping her arms. The consolidation of households turned out to be an excellent arrangement. They both slept better, knowing someone else was in the house. Libby cooked for Robert, so not only did Robert eat better, but so did she, having to cook for more than just herself. Although he offered to continue using a commercial laundry, she insisted on doing his laundry and ironing. It was almost like they were married, but without the sex part.Robert still relieved himself by masturbating whenever he got. "Stick-in-the-mud girl," she said.I smiled. "What if I don't want to go on after this weekend?" I said."Well, I think you will," she said. "But you don't have to. This is allabout having fun, you know. It's about the way it makes you feel, theway it makes you look." Hey, I don't know a lot about Mistresses, but I understand some of themcan be real ball-busters. They pretty much dominate their sissies, andthen they do all sorts of things. They fuck around on them. They causepain. They make them. Good morning,” mom said.“Good morning,” I replied. “You don’t mind me kissing your mom, do you?” Suresh asked.“No, no problem,” I said.“Good, because we’re gonna be doing it for a while,” he said and continued kissing her.“Sir, don’t you think it’s time for class? It’s 9:30 already,” I said.“No, I took leave. You can stay home too if you want. I can take care,” he said.“Oh. Okay. Have fun kissing my mom then,” I said and went to my room.I opened my laptop to see what happened.