They turn me on somewhat... I wish I were Rachel, Miss November. She was a stunner indeed. Long, dark brown hair, aquamarine eyes and a tan that would...not quit. Her tits looked a D-cup although they seemed too perfect and pert to be natural. They were too spaced out to be real. But some girls have perky large and real breasts. Her stomach was one that was as flat as a washboard. It was clear that she exercised and worked on the treadmill for two hours a day. I'm sure her existence was based on. "Be careful with the science and history," I said.Both of them looked at me funny, then it hit them that a lot of their history hadn't been lived by these kids yet. "You mean we shouldn't teach them about television or about World War II?" Cassie asked, then giggled."How about if I teach them about Cassie getting tickled?" I asked.Cassie tackled me and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. Then she whispered, "Why don't we teach them about Cassie being made love to?" I think they've already. She had confessed her general craving for fur to her GP as an aid to finding the right Psychiatrist. Arriving for her appointment mid Monday morning she is greeted by a rather matronly woman with a pleasant smile. She said Dr. Rappaport would be with her soon. Melinda had dressed modestly in a full, mid calf length, light weight, gray flannel skirt and matching gray, cable knit, long sleeved turtleneck sweater. She was expecting a more elderly man given her GP and the Receptionist but was. I saw a large, slightly balding man who held out his hand and helped me sit up. He said, ‘My name is Frank. I have your clothes and weapon on my desk, and I have the electric razor for your beard.’ I thanked him and slowly got off the gurney. He led me over to a desk with a pile of clothing and a large caliber revolver were piled. I got dressed and checked the weapon. It was a Ruger .357 magnum with 5 rounds in it. I put the empty cylinder under the hammer and carefully released it. Frank.