Every morning, and every night, she showered, he laid in his bed filled with dirty thoughts of her. His strong hand gripping his cock, pumping it over...and over. Thinking of her young body, wet and hot, steaming in the shower. He'd imagine her kneeling infront of him, her big green eyes staring up at him pleadingly as he thrusted his thick cock down her throat. She'd look so small and delicate, impaled on his throbbing length. She of course had no idea how he felt. But that didn't feel like. Before long, Kyle and Sally were kissing bits of salsa from each other’s lips. Rob was trying to keep Eileen from pushing bits of corn chips down the front of his shirt. In return, he was trying to pull her shirt up. It seemed to be the goal to get as many chips as possible down Rob without allowing him to reveal her breasts.Andy and Patti, however, unabashedly necked. They kissed each other deeply, they ran their hands under each other’s shirt, caressing anything and everything they could. I wanted to scream YES! Make me a woman! Give me hormones - give me breasts!He studied my face a moment. "Go ahead and put the gown back on. Tell me about the women in your family, both sides. Tell me how they are built, weight, facial features, breasts sizes, feet, anything you can remember or think might give me an idea of how they are built."For the next five minutes we talked about my mom and my two aunts. Idescribed them as best I could and of great interest to Dr. Hanson, Bill, was frame. “This is a flophouse,” he toldher. “The neighbours know what goes on here. Most ofthem use our girls pretty regularly. They’re not goingto help you. But we got to be discreet. So you just liethere and shut the fuck up until we come back.”Angela heard their steps retreating and going away downthe stairs. She was too spent and too badly hurt torespond much.Over the course of the next hour she recovered slowly.Her vagina felt as if it had been sand-blasted. It wassore.