The facial expressions alone only tell part of the story. It’s the whole thing; face, body, secretions, above all the abject loss of self control.Sh... looked at me sheepishly and started to climb down from the table.?No. Stay there. Let’s carry straight on with the ass shot.?For the first time since I’d arrived, she clearly wanted to say no. Until then, it had all been her fantasy too, as much as his, or mine. I watched her lip tremble, her jaw set tight, throat tense. Her doe eyes sought mine. With Cheryl’s help, I finally learned what caused me to do what I did. It was simple, really. I was a successful working woman with two wonderful boys and a husband that I loved unconditionally. I had what all women want: I had it all. And it wasn’t enough! That’s what I learned working with her, but even today, I can’t tell you why it wasn’t enough. I was successful, beautiful, creative and frustrated. I wasn’t unhappy, I wasn’t alone, I wasn’t sexually frustrated, but there was something. *****Jaclyn was stillrecognizable but nothing like what she used to be.?? Some of the things that they had done tohere were no surprise.?? Her breasts werevery big and very round, huge aureoles and nipples like thumbs, real eyecatchers.?? And they had done her face ?new nose, now snubbed and upturned like a little girl, new lips full andpouting and some other things that I could tell had happened but not sure whator how.? She was a honey blonde in abouncy pony tail, dressed like a pop tart. As he came down I spun to my right and hooked the ball in with my left."You fucking runt!" Josh yelled at me. A whistle pierced the air. Coach Hancock came marching across the floor. He was six-six and played college ball at I.U. He blasted Josh for swearing on the court and lectured us all about sportsmanship. Then he sent us all to the showers and closed the gym.Thursday after school, Rose and Brenda came over to help get ready for the party. We were going all out with the decorations and had.