"Even Roger approached me for one of the first times since this wholething began. I was eating lunch alone when he sat across from me."Lucas?" he aske...d, almost genuinely questioning whether it could be me."Hi Roger, how are things?" My question was real curiousity, I hadn'ttalked to him much at all for the past few weeks."Nothing is new with me, frankly at all. You're the real story here. Howis it? Is she cruel? Did she make you wear those?" I assumed by "those"he meant the breast forms, but. But for tonight, he was back up security for his son. Marge shook her head. He was a messy old man, and needed to stay out of it. But after Charles, she knew he was going to make sure he knew these young men. Marge smiled at them and gave her husband a pointed look. She knew they needed rest. ‘I know you boys are tired. Go on to your rooms and rest. I’ll call you in the morning for breakfast.’ She added. Brandon smiled, and answered, ‘Wait, Mrs. Granger, you’re going to feed us again. Hey,. "Yes?" "Would you kiss me? Not a good-bye kiss, but like a lover. I'd like to know what it feels like." The request was another part of his torturous penance. He put down the scales, measuring with his eyes just how perfectly smaller than him she was. He brushed her hair out of her face, so fine, like nothing else he had ever touched. It caught on his roughened fingers. He kissed her gently because he was afraid he might harm her. She seemed so fragile in his farmer's hands. The hands with dirt. " Why don't you see with your hand then." spreeding her legs a little bit.Placing my hand between her thighs and reaching up under mom's skirt, I felt skin and no hair or pantys, "I'm surprised it didn't take you longer to get ready to go, since you shaved all your hair off down here." I shaved it while I was in the shower after I cut it short with the scissors." I see you are wet down there too." You have a way with making me wet down there and rubbing it the way you are, will make me wet and.