And yes, they are real. I've licked, sucked, bitten, and handled them enough to know it. Her tits look like they want to pop out of the maxi dress and...I can't help but to lick my lips. I try not to be obvious about it once she stops laughing and starts talking about her "relaxing" walk over here. I nod and smile, but focus my thoughts on her body. Lori is not petite by any stretch of the imagination. She's probably at maximum weight for her five foot six inch frame, but it's in all the right. Once he was shaved, showered and suitably treated he was probablythe most enticing company of all the choices I had.It's not that I specifically had any romantic leanings towards him. Imean I would fuck him of course, should the opportunity arise. Butoptions were limited with regard to doing so, both in terms of locationand supervision. The staff regimentally discouraged 'intimatefraternisation' and there was no such thing as privacy on a psych ward.One time I'd snuck into one of the seclusion. Nothing really happened until we started to open the presents. When it was my turn to get my Secret Santa gift. "Alright who was John's Secret Santa?" asked my aunt (Not Jane's mom but another aunt) "I was" said Jane and she got up and gave me my present. I opened it and I saw that it was a set of razors and some shaving cream. "So you can shave that thick mustache cousin!" She taunted me because of my lack of facial hair. "Thanks Jane" I said. The other family members laughed but they didn't. Edith asked about Pedro’s job. Pedro painstakingly told her. With ease born of hundreds of hours tutoring, Edith drew out a fairly complete picture. Pedro positively glowed at conveying so complex a topic, in English. Her professional pride sated, Edith found herself relaxing and enjoying the occasion. Both would remember the night as a landmark. The first night out established a precedent, which quickly evolved into a pattern. Whenever Patricia was not invited out, or when Pedro was not.