There was no freaking way she would actually walk up to a woman and ask if her breasts were real or fake ... right?So, I consigned myself to be an aud...ence of one for this little bit of potential drama, I watched Kate as she approached the woman. She was very direct and the two of them talked for a bit. And then talked some more, and still more. I even saw the woman kinda press her blouse to her belly and further emphasize her breasts. After about ten minutes, the two of them walked away. Where. .with one hand I touch the lips again...and my clit is hanging out...all slippey and thick...I explore...slip my finger in his butt hole...massage his prostrate and the moan gets louder and louder....he pulls me up....his member pops out of my mouth like a lolly...and all he says is..."my turn"...I am pushed up against the cold pane of the window...my breasts flattened...and I can feel him working his way into the back entrance...Slowly does it...the pain at first...then...it begins to. .. oh, fuck, yeah ... oh ... God, why does this feel so great?” Cameron cried out with pain and pleasure at once.That didn’t even count shock, as he didn’t expect to be taken like a bitch.“Oh, that’s easy. Schumacher Syndrome. You contracted it from Lucy two years ago when she fucked you after she had been intimate with me. I gave it to her and she gave it to you. Funny how that works, Cameron, but it is what it is. Face it, dude ... you were never as manly as you always pretended to be. I can. I started getting eyewitness statements, looking over to my sister, who was smiling at me. She put her arms around me again."Are you going to be OK, Sis? — I have to go in and make my report, I'll be back just as soon as I can, all right?" I said."My big brother, to the rescue," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.I got on my bike and drove to the Humboldt Communications Center in beautiful downtown Eureka and filed my report. When I called in the primary details, including my sister being.