Then her memory would start to fade. First her short-term memory. We would have to write things down. She would tell the same story over and over. Som...times, I was going to have to give her directions three and four (or more) times.And then it would get worse.Only once did McKayla ever ask if I was sure I knew what I was signing on for. I looked her in the eyes. My voice was firm and direct."My love," I told her. "I will never leave your side. I promised before God and all our friends that I. “That I can see” smiling. The lift door opened and we went towards our room. I can see her skirt swaying covering her ass as I walked behind her. She found her room door and looked at me as she was unlocking it. I stood behind her checking her ass and smiling waiting for her reaction“Be gentle, this will be my first time” as she opened the door and we both walked in.I put my hands under her skirt feeling up her ass over her panty. I slid my hand further under her skirt between her legs as she. By this time, we were both naked and soaking wet from the shower.While holding her hair back with both hands, she started swaying her hips in circular motions and at certain intervals thrusting her vagina in my face. After a minute or so of I began to smell that sweet, sweet nectar of her and soon it was pouring from.This was the second time that Jeanette came. Again my face was flooded with her sweet, sweet nectar. I grew to love and need this sweet, sweet nectar that poured from Jeanette’s. He stank, but not of sweat. He stank of the thick cologne he used to hide his body odor and she could taste it on him as her lips kissed his pubes. She reached up and tickled his testicles, small little walnuts. They would hold little seed, but her body still craved it inside her. Jane bobbed her head, moaning, lusting after even this ugly little murderer's penis.Aket was staring at them intently. "I think I'd like to try that."Jane slurped Hassan's penis, her eyes glanced sideways, watching.