Mary had told the desk she was expecting her husband but gave my first name. Armed with the key I made my way to the room with a dozen yellow roses in... my hand. The door swung open into a living room with a fantastic view of the still snowy mountains. Laying the roses down I called out for Mary. I did not hear an exact response more a guttural moan or gasp. That was followed by "Good you are here. Come in Del." I was not prepared for the sight in the bed. Mary was laying, naked, a toy humming. I feel tightness in my sissy clit area. I can feel my sissy pussy puckering and quivering. Nowadays when I masturbate it’s quite different than to when I considered myself some sort of a man. No longer do synonyms like jerk or toss apply to what I do. Normally now I lay down on my side and with both hands rub my hole and clit with either hand. Sometimes I kneel, face down ass up or in ‘the position’ as I like to call it. Whichever way I lay the routine is the same, my clit gets swollen without. “He’s hiding and isn’t coming out until he’s sure Brenda is permanently out of the picture.” Maybe I should have told Angel Brenda was on the loose again but it didn’t cross my mind. I’m not sure if I could have told her even if it had. “He says until then, we’ll have to live apart. It was such a beautiful love letter. But he didn’t tell me where he’s hiding so I can’t run off and join him.”“You want me to track him down?” I asked apprehensively. So much for getting my thesis finished. But if. I pulled out just before I spewed. I blew my load all over her black, firm belly. Without hesitation, she scooped it up with her fingers and licked them clean.Later, she went to her room and I slept silently. I was wake up by Sarmista at 4:30 am. She slided in my bed and started playing with me. I had no energy and intension for sex, my dick was low and lazy, hanging little to left. I told her I was tired and couldn’t do it. We held each other and slept for 2 hour and then she got up. I slept.