I could see hers as well, pointing through the bathing suit. She stroked her breasts through the suit and then brought her hand up to her cleavage and...her fingers disappeared down into the top of the suit as she rubbed her breasts directly, stroking the sides and underneath them.I followed her lead and reached under my shirt to caress the bottom of my breasts, and lightly scratching the areola, making circles around my nipple. My mouth hung open and my breathing was heavy...so was Maria's. I. The disease gains the derisive nick name “Stork Flu.”A worldwide fertility crisis followed. Birth rates plummeted, economies suffered, and armed conflicts erupted, further intensifying what would soon become a looming population crisis.Decades passed as scientists struggled against the disease as the world quickly unraveled around them. New generations, what few there were, grew up in an age defined by conflict and the fear that the disease that had started it all would flair up again. While. Dyreese, on the other hand, was dressed sooo “hot”. Shewears her clothes so well, sometimes I get so jealous…(not really) Dyreese had navy blue spandex tights with along T-shirt top and had her hair tied back. She can besooo sexy, even if she just has a bathrobe on.I wasn’t particularly hard on the Mistress/slave tripwith Dyreese that evening, she was there to serve as mycard partner and of course she knows that if I needsomething… SHE must do it promptly.We played. "Relief and renewed hope washed over me. I returned her smile. "More than anything."Her smile widened, warming her face and making me feel giddy. She was smiling! At me no less! In that instant I blessed that idiot Brett and his carelessness at leaving the scalpel blade up in the tray. In fact I wanted to buy him a beer for doing that.The entrance of the instructor and the initiation of that day's lecture brought our conversation to an abrupt end. I hardly heard a word that was said.Third.