” I pressed the worn button and the elevator sprang to life. It was moving slowly, jingling from time to time. Nostalgia overwhelmed me, I remember...d the elevator of the building I lived in as a child. Back then I liked using it although our flat was on the second floor. “Tomblike thing,” she said matter-of-factly and fixed her eyes on the ceiling. “But it works, that’s important,” I answered. My gaze slid around her figure. She was 5’3’ tall, had nicely rounded forms and cute face. I. Like most inexperienced men, he had trouble unhooking the bra. I quickly helped him to take it off. He threw it to the ground. Then he admired my large boobs. The areoles had a diameter of more than 3 cm and were dark. My nipples were strongly excited and stretched about 2 cm into the air. He bent down to my tits and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked it with relish and I felt a lustful pulling in the bosom. At some moment this was unpleasant to me because my breast felt so wet. Apropos. He dealt and ended up placing a pair of eights and a pair of sevens down, which his fiancée proceeded to beat with three queens. “I win!” she squealed.“Sorry, honey, but it doesn’t work that way,” he told her.“Why not? I got three of a kind and you got two pair. You beat me earlier with that same combination,” she protested.Frank and Rick could scarcely believe their ears as Tom said, “Yeah, but your two pair were both red. My two pair are both black. In that case, the two pair beat the three. Thoughts were runningthrough my heads a thousand times per second. Had the spell worn offalready? Am I just now truly grasping that this is going to be my bodyfor the rest of my life? Or is it just my hormones acting up? I can'teven tell what thoughts are real anymore. I'm questioning every littlething that pops into my head. O.K. Maddie, think. Think, think, think.I've got it! I'll ask myself a list of questions and answers themaccordingly.Alright, number 1. Am I happy being Madison? Well,.