. Are, are you saying..." Yes! I thought you had that figured out: Why do you think your brassier is so much more comfortable, now?" Ohhh..." Gloria s...iled with lips that matched his-her nails as he-she rose again. "You're right, Grandpa," he-she said, as he-she moved his-her hands up to the elastic band, and moved his-her chest around. "You do feel much better." Thanks. My essence is much better than that cheap material that Gloria buys in the discount basement." Yes. It does feel like its. Soon a big lady in whites came in, saw that I was in shock, white faced and trying to breathe then rushed out, hopefully to get someone that had enough authority to get me some pain meds. I didn't see who it was, but someone's hands injected a teeny little syringe of something into my I.V. drip. The relief was so sudden and complete that I passed out.It took me several days to piece together the story. Old man Zimmerman of Zimmerman Ford wrong-footed his Explorer, smashed my hip and destroyed. She’d probably have needed to rub herself raw to finger herself to orgasm, and I guessed she didn’t own a vibrator which might have made it easier. April was, in my mind, the opposite of how Elyse had been as a teenager. Elyse had been so sensitive that contact was so pleasurable it approached painful.I lowered my face to April’s pussy and resumed my ministrations. I continued probing in and out of her, occasionally running my tongue over the flesh that guarded her clit, wondering how I could. "My dear friends, I fear the Gods of the SkyFire have stolen our future," she choked back a sob and turned away from us as her shoulders shook to the sound of weeping. "It only stole yesterday's tomorrow," Sheila thrust her clenched fist high above her head and roared like a lioness, "We are the future!" "Can I get an echo?" she called. "We are the future!" I howled as I hiked my paw above my head and my voice joined the defiant choirs. Count on the boss to turn bad news into a pep-rally. Crap!.