He'd have to do something about that. He bought acouple sandwiches at the cafeteria, then started to walk back. Lookingup, he saw his friend Allan c...ming down the hall, a big grin on hisface. He tried not to scowl, but the last thing he wanted to do wastalk to anybody, least of all Allan. Though a nice guy at heart, hewas often brash, sometimes crude, and best interacted with when one wasnot exhausted from the problems of suddenly acquiring female genitalia."Bernard! My man! Salutations!". ‘They’re dogs.’ ‘They saved your life,’ she said by means of reprimand. ‘You’d do best to remember that. They will.’ She tossed her river of hair over her shoulder, cocked her head to one side and examined him for a moment, a sad, wistful look in her eyes. After a long moment she roused herself from her thoughts and fetched him a bowl of stew. It was surprisingly tasty, a thick broth of sweet, pungent sauce with generous lumps of meat and potatoes hidden within. He ate hungrily, within moments,. We darted out the side door to the lawn by the kitchen. Outside large bushes blocked anyone’s view from the patio. No one wanted to see the kitchen staff and hired help coming and going, so the sidewalk provided the perfect egress away from the patients and their attentive nurses.Once we made it to the front of the building we put our backs to the main entrance, walking down the driveway to the street as though we owned the place. Alfred causally pointed at the stone wall running along the. Moans of mounting pleasure rolled off her tongue."Oh, God, Andy!" she moaned. "That feels so good! My legs are turning to rubber! I can't stand it any longer!"Andy clutched her waist, and as he rocked backwards on the bed, he pulled his mother on top of him, his mouth still glued to her pussy. She knelt over his head, feeling his tongue snake up inside her flooding pussy. She whimpered and shook uncontrollably and splashed his face with abundant cuntjuice as she came.Dianne writhed and moaned.