Hmmm, Jenny said. Thats weird. What? you asked, playing it off. This is your wife were talking about. She knows your cock and its every gyration and e...otion like the back of her hand. This was different. It was odd that you werent hard, yet much larger in size. Of course, this was your sexy wife Jenny grabbing your dick you were going to get hard! You began to harden up and grow to your new size of eight inches. Her tugs suddenly got more brisk, and her feeling of weirdness soon faded as she. "I'm jus' worried about ya, ya know? I wanna make sure yer safe. Yer money can only go so far."Cassie had the wild notion that Ned had done all this just to protect her, as if he had known that she would be in danger. It destroyed her ability to maintain her anger towards him. All she had left was a lingering frustration, but it was nowhere near enough."That's sweet, Ned," Cassie said in a soft voice.Ned wiped his face with his hand, his cheeks burning. "Look, um, I got jus' one question. What. “Oh, boy,” he heard Sierra say, “you’ve got a long way to go to get feminine, sissy. You don’t even walk like a woman, and you need to shave your legs.”“I’m—I’m sorry,” said Steffie. “I’ve been wearing these high heels for a long time and it’s not easy for me to walk in them. I don’t have a razor with me.”“That’s okay,” laughed Sierra. “You’ll get plenty of practice in heels. Lucky for you, we brought you a razor.”How was she to know that? wondered Steffie, but he didn’t answer.“Take us to the. ‘You’re not marrying him?’ ‘No. I’m not marrying him. Why did you think I was?’ she repeated. Cole felt dizzy as he described running into Mrs Hammond in the village that morning. The elderly school teacher had been bursting with the news that Lord D’Argent, heir to an estate some 70 miles to the south of Little Wittenham, had been seen in an exclusive London jewellers, barely six days after calling at Salisbury House. If that were not proof enough, Reverend Quincey had recently asked his.