Her crazy tits engulfed her face.Fink also saw the little teenager from Sunnydale. What's her name again? She was Tongue-fucking her own bimbofied mot...er in a frantic sixty-nine. He could almost hear them slurp and giggle across the room.He sighed and closed his eyes.He felt his doll's tongue tickle his cock-slit. He remembered how only a few days back she and the other little teenager had visited BimboTech on a school tour. They had been so innocent and giddy.Ah well, they still were, weren't. Doesn't you get really all stirred up and feel worse than you do before the encounter? No, I replied, in fact it is just the opposite. I lost my wife two years ago and I am really missing intimacy in my life. These encounters actually bring me very close to the client, both physically and emotionally. I have an investment in their pleasure, I guess. I get excited as they get excited and sharing that intimacy seems to be enough for me at this time.Are you married or do you have a partner? I. The way that her T-shirt had clung to them and the shape of their outline had mesmerised him then and it seemed they still did. He?d said once that it was then that he?d decided that he was going to have her, that she was going to be his, no matter what it took. He had to own her, so he could stroke his fingertips along the exquisite curve that ran from just under her arm up to her nipple whenever he wanted. For her part though, she found it strange. No-one had ever taken any notice of her tits. He would walk an extra half mile or so today.As Mikey walked, still in the fog that had caused himto miss his stop, he kicked rocks and sticks and anyother targets that happened to come in range of hisfoot without forcing him to break stride. What wasreally on his mind however was the erection that hadsprung on him during his bus ride, thinking about hisneighbor Julie Osbourne. He thought she was the cutestgirl in school and he kept imagining all sorts ofthings.Julie had moved into his.