The harsh cleanser smell of disinfectant invaded her nostrils, making her cringe. She hated the cloying smells of hospitals almost as much as she hate... staying in them. There was something about that smell that reminded her too much of sickness and death. Natural death, old age death, the kind that took forever to kill you, left you dependant on others, and shamed you by leaving you weak and helpless.Another bad thought, old age. She hoped she took a bullet before she was old enough to sit in. She then started her search in earnest, moving at speed between the racks, rummaging through pallets and boxes, until she had everything that she needed. Once she was satisfied, she returned to the offices as stealthily as possible, which, she considered was virtually impossible, given her heels and the fact that she was pulling a rumbling pump truck behind her. Lindsey did her best to control her nerves. But it was not easy given the combined noise of the pump truck and the staccato click of. She could have been a super model. The difference between a fashion model and a super model is mostly that a super model has bigger tits and Joan had a pair of 36 D's on her slim body. They had been married for three years and had been true to each other although each had had a few sex partners prior to getting married. Joan had never been with more than one man at a time and had never tried it with another woman. "You did what?" Joan said and pulled away from him. "You stupid fool. Now what. Still rubbing very slowly, she takes her other hand and runs her finger across the butter. Replacing this finger with the one on her clit, she allows it to dip into her pussy before pulling it out and bringing it to her lips for a taste of her own juices. She takes the whole finger into her mouth as if it were his cock, deep into her throat and at that point she has to stop. Oh my God that was too close!She gets up from the table, her legs a little shaky, and cleans up from breakfast. She goes.