Some may think that I'm a terrible person for doing what I did with Mara (and Tomas), and that I was being an unfaithful husband to my wives, and that...I didn't love them, but that is not true. Of course, I admit that being away from home for months at a time, with only the occasional contact with either of my wives, I get very lonely; and a man in my culture is validated by the number of women he has under his oversight! Some may regard that as 'chauvinistic', and arrogant; but even if that is. .." Aunt Victoria's voice broke off. "Oh,"she said. "No. That's right. You're Isabella. He's Lucas."Isabella shot me a glance at my aunt's show of confusion. I shrugged.Maybe she'd believe me now, or at least wonder about my aunt's mentalstability. Instead, she said, "If you want to keep Lucas in dresses,ma'am, shouldn't we find a different name for him? For her, that is?"My aunt looked mildly interested. "Such as?" How about... Lisa? Instead of Lucas. A pretty, feminine name for apretty,. She could barely speak as she replied something about him being perfect. Her mouth was watering as she couldn’t wait run her tongue along the long smoothness of his dick. She positioned herself between his legs, her nipples gently touching his inner thighs as she ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. She wanted to devour it all at once but wanted to make it last, explore more of this perfect body. She made the tip of his cock nice and wet so she could rub it gently while she made. She almost jumped for joy. A feeling spread through her that was far, far better than any orgasm.ooOooIt was the last night for Sarah in the car park. She packed her belongings and headed towards the Marian foundation for the homeless. Fifteen pounds, it said, would secure a bed for two nights and help with finding a more permanent situation.She triumphantly walked into the offices to see people around her chatting and smiling against the makeshift beds that filled the hall. She was shown to a.