Her red, wavy hair is slightly rumpled and disheveled. Her full lips are a lovely shade of pink. I suddenly have an urge to kiss those lips. What am I...thinking? I’ve never been attracted to another woman, and I can’t say that I’m attracted to this particular woman, but she seems so enticing. She looks like a human mannequin. Who is she? And what is she doing here? No need to guess. I suddenly have a sensation of impending doom. “May I help you?” the woman asks, noticing me for the first time.. It was wide and full, like a Big Mac bun, the tasty meat between the thick, fleshy, pasty, dough like flesh was always oozing a secretion that we both loved to sample, she would moan that she couldn’t lick her own twat – but who can? Maybe a contortionist - to taste it neat without her or my fingers.With each stroke I watched her tissue heavy breasts wobble, her nipples scraping gently on the sheet beneath; she liked to vary that pressure on her stubby teats, controlling it by bending up and. He was handsome, too. And yet, sitting there in his office, he seemed so lonely. Night after night, T would be among the last to go back to the hotel. Sasha could see him through his office window, his sad, brown eyes staring into space for a moment as if lost in thought, thinking about his family back at home, then turning downward to the papers on his desk. Many were the times when T would pass Sasha’s desk, inadvertently catching her eye and returning a quick shy smile. Though they had been. I’m sorry you lost your daughter. I can’t fix that. As long as you are sure you want to adopt her, I will get that done tomorrow afternoon. There are no costs, lawyers, waiting periods, or any other shit. I’m even giving you a new minivan because there is no way she can get into your car with the cast, much less the exoskeleton. More surprises will come, but you probably want to get some sleep. It will be a busy day tomorrow.”I quickly went in to check on Pat. She was sleeping soundly, her IV.