" You stole her strength! You stole her intellect! Her passion!" Emmarose to her feat and started advancing towards Elizabeth. "You stole herwhole fuc...king life away from her. For fucks sake, you even made herincontinent? Are you a fucking child? Do you have any idea what it'slike, in my mind right now? Seeing her scarred like that? Seeing the manI love reduced to an invalid? Worse, knowing that neither of us evenrealized anything was even the matter?"I expected Elizabeth to get indignant, to. She couldn't imagine her panties being comfortable for a man's body. They had penises and balls and that would literally make panties unbearable in her opinion. She just couldn't wrap her head around how they might actually fit him and not squeeze everything into oblivion."Are you balls not in constant pain!" she asked. "No, they stretched over everything and are basically hugging my junk. They're even more supportive than my own underwear!" He said trying to make a case as to why he even put. With young Jenny wandering around in just a nightshirt and panties it soon became apparent that Mike had a similar relaxed dress code as I enjoyed at home and neither of us seemed bothered that we were both naked under the tiny sheet and from what I had learnt thus far Mike and Jenny were mirrors of me and Lisa, so refreshing.The coffee seemed to give both of us a kick and as we both gained focus Mike suddenly burst out laughing, I looked for a sign as to what had humoured him,“I just. No. Not to me.” She paused to look for the right word and when she found it, she looked up at me. “Welcome,” she said, smiling. “Really. Very welcome.” She let go and sat back down before it could get awkward. “A widow at twenty-nine. Who prepares for that?”“No one does.” We sat back down. “It takes a lot of courage to step out of your comfort zone like this, doesn’t it?”“You have no idea. You have no idea. Thank you.”“For...”“Holding me. Just holding me. God, I miss that so much. You’re.