” I scribble my signature on the paper and hand it back to her. She picks up some more forms from the counter next to the sink. I can hear Mr. Jeffr...es coughing. God, this is so humiliating. I can’t wait for this to be over. “You're doing just fine dear, ” the doctor says, turning on a voice recorder and setting it down on the counter. “Okay,” I answer back. “Now Katie...” Dr. Manyard starts. “On the questionnaire you stated you had an orgasm three months ago, is that right?” “Um, yes,” I. Wherever my probing fingers touched her breasts, they left behind a visible trace of the sort left when skin has been slapped. Thus, when I palpated her hanging breasts and molded them with my hands, their surface became mottled. On the other hand, even though their time under the brush had left Mary’s breasts extremely tender, it was clear that their tenderness was of a nature which made them more, not less, receptive to my touch. Confirmation of this conclusion appeared on Mary’s face, where. One moment it seemed to be winking at me. The next moment it seemed to be opening up, inviting my tongue inside. I had never seen an asshole up close like this before and it was a bit disturbing. I closed my eyes and licked the length of his ass crack - his hole flexing against my tongue as it rode by. I plunged my tongue into his hole, orally exploring his tunnel. His balls rubbed against my nose while he jerked himself off. I spread his ass cheeks more and pushed my face in deeper -. I know you don't believe in ghosts, but Sandra can tell you I stuck with her to help all I could. I think it was the love you always showed me that made me believe I could help her in her journey. Dad, my love for you and her was so strong I knew I could do it. The letter you are reading was mailed three months before I died. Sandra mailed it for me so I know you won't think she is lying. I love you and I wish we could have been together so I could have talked to you again. I taught Sandra our.