Then he had to change her diaper, just likeshe was a real baby. The idea was that he had to take Nancy with him, andfeed and change her while they wer... out. So far he had only had to do itwhile nobody else was around, although the very idea of a grown manchanging his dolly's nappy was ridiculous. He suspected he would have todo it in front of someone one day soon, and shuddered at the imaginedhumiliation.From the upstairs landing he heard Mummy call out, "Don't forget Nancy'sbottle and her. He reached out a hand to me.Even I'm not that thick-headed.OK, I did back out for a second - to get my shower cap. I don't care how cute he is, I am not getting my hair wet!The shower was huge giving us plenty of space. We didn't talk. He washed me first, going slowly over my shoulders and arms and chest without a wash puff, just his soapy hands, caressing me. When he moved down to my breasts, my eyes closed and I felt myself sway. Terrance never made me feel like that! Even under the hot. " Yes?" Why? Why are you – not just you, but Amy and Jessica and Dave, even Alison. Why are you doing this for me?" Well ... it's a bit of a long story. Dave found me huddled on the saltings, oh, eight years ago, or so? With hypothermia. I nearly died. He picked me up and took me back to his boat where he was living, warmed me up, fed me, found me clothes. He probably saved my life. He adopted me, effectively. I asked him the same question. His answer was basically that helping people made him. Her jacket was unbuttoned, and the lapels hung wide open; Jay's eyes immediately fell upon the fulsom bosom jiggling unsupported underneath the thin silk of the camisole she wore underneat her suit."I thought... I-I mean, you were... and now you're..." Jay seemed to be having trouble tearing his gaze from the nipples saucily pointing in his direction. Obligingly, Kerri hopped back up onto the desk, crossing her legs in order to give him something else to look at, namely her creamy.