She started straightening one of the racks near the entrance.I went into the first room on the right and closed the door. I unzipped my dress; rather,...I tried to unzip my dress. The zipper jammed right in the middle of my back. I couldn’t get it either up or down. I opened the door; she was still there, arranging things. She was a bit shorter than me and curvier; she looked to be about fifty years old. “Could you help me for a minute. My zipper is jammed.”She walked over and stepped into the. My power created a number of new memories that followed, mostly involving Suki drinking directly from her swollen boobs, and masturbating while trying to squirt milk streams as far as she could manage. The only further change I made was to limit the amount of milk she would produce. She would still produce almost four times the milk that normal pregnant or breastfeeding women would, and if she didn’t express it regularly, her breasts would start to get sore and begin to leak. I left all the. He hated being reactionary and preferred to take charge of the battle, to be proactive.Laurie looked at John. "I can't believe this. Just when I was getting to be happy, something like this comes along and blows it all away. Why?"John knew it was a rhetorical question, but felt compelled to answer her anyway, to say something reassuring. "Laurie, it's going to be ok. Does the house really matter? The only thing I couldn't replace is you and I promise you'll be safe."The outer bands of the storm. I complied. She asked me what I thought of her dancing and I told her it was probably the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. She smiled in approval. We sat there and talked for a while. Soon, she touched my hand and smiled. "I live only a couple of blocks away." She cooed. She grabbed my hand and led me out the door as all eyes were upon us. When we got out to the Avenue again all eyes were upon us. The same Chicago street toughs that snickered before now gave me telling glances of envy.