He was closer to them than he was to any others, though their time together had been cut very short thanks to their collective apprenticeships. They w...re different, though; they were his sisters.Issa had been apprenticed to a seamstress – and she was very good. She had an eye for color and design that had created quite fascinating dresses that had sold for a good deal of coin not only around the village but even to the Baroness t’Hasp. She’d even sold a few to the Viscountess t’Allur and one to. He again told me how hot I looked in my leotard and pantyhose, and he was well aware that I did not cum during the bout. "How about I take care of you now?" he asked. I asked what he had in mind thinking he may want to jerk me off thru my leotard. "I'd love to suck your cock" he said. Wow, I had never let any wrestler do that, and I had been asked numerous times. But this wrestler was so feminine that I was really tempted, and it had been a fantasy of mine to have a guy in pantyhose go down on. She realized it now, oh yes, she did. There was no fucking doubt about it. He loved her still. He was mad at her, but not love her? That was never going to happen. For sure that was never going to happen.Where was her husband when she needed him! Work, work, work that was all the man did. No that wasn’t fair. What Jack Sizemore did he mainly did for her. She had to smile. In that he was like her daddy: everything for his woman. Yes, everything, even his life!“You keep pacing back and forth like. But as the bride witters on to me about her honeymoon destination, I note that rather than return to their tables, Dad and Kate head out into the grounds of the country house.I quickly make my excuses and skip round the terrace to see where they’re going. The light’s fading fast from my vantage point on the terrace, so I can’t say for certain, but it looks like once they’re far enough away from the celebrations, they go to hold hands as they head down towards the lake.I want to follow them and.