"Don't tell him, but Cheryl, when he's sucking out my milk I can almost cum!"The conversation really started to arouse Cheryl . She continued to stare...at Lacy's t-shirt. A small circle of moisture was growing on her shirt. Lacy caught Cheryl's stare and looked down."Oh shit. You see? One minute I'm fine and the next I'm leaking." Lacy sat up and peeled off her shirt exposing her swollen breasts to Cheryl."Oh my God." Cheryl whispered as she admired Lacy's new, fuller look. "Those are. I followed his lead, my legs tensed showing the muscle definition in my calves and thighs, as I lifted myself up in rhythm with his hands forcing me forward by my ass. Each time I raised my tits slid up and down the length of his face. I increased the speed slighty with each penetrating stab of his dick. My legs began to burn from the exercise. Vincent moans and grunts muffled my by tits bombarding his face. My fingers dug into the seats as the pleasure started to spread from my toes to my. "Carl didn't know what to say. This woman certainly had a much different attitude than any girl his own age."In fact, I'm just realizing that I've created another problem for you as well," she added. "How are you ever going to sleep in that bed at night knowing what I did in it. Especially since you haven't met a girl yet lucky enough to be your first." I..." Carl stammered, not sure what to say but thinking that this had to be the strangest conversation he'd ever had with a woman."So... ,". . oh. Samantha T-Terry.”“Oui. My network is now monitoring her closely. I do not know if Jack knows she’s in there, or if he has already been to see her, but...” With a wince, Antoinette turned around, and walked over to her desk. A click later, the camera feed menu for the hospital room for the critical condition ward appeared, and she selected Samantha’s room.And there she was. A tattered, broken, dying woman, with tubes coming out of her, wires attached to her, needle in her arm, and large.