.....Suddenly, she felt the room starting vibrate as what sounded like giant steps approached her "room". In an instant, the "ceiling" opened up, and ...o her shock, the giant face of a man peered in .Barbara put one arm over her breasts and one over sex and walked backwards to the corner of her room. "Who are you and what have you done to me ?" The man replied, "all that you need to know is that I'm a scientist, and what we've done to you, well, that should be obvious".He added, "I guess you can. She liked it best from behind with my hands grabbing her tits and always screamed for me to cum inside her while I yanked her nipples. The mid-week funbags belonged to Jane. At 36H, she was slightly bustier than Jean, though, being only 28, much firmer. And tall enough so I could bury my head in all that titflesh while I filled her womb with huge greats wads of spunk. She worked long hours but always ensured she was available on Wednesday nights for her weekly fill of cock. I’d met her online. Park it."She smiled shyly and sat down on Gretchen's other side. Ted and Lisa's smiles made her relax even more. "Good. I was worried. I don't want to be any trouble."Changing the subject, I filled them in on the investigation so far. Skip's room had been tossed thoroughly. Everything had been dumped on the floor, probably while looking for something under the drawers. My bet was whoever did it was looking for the disk that Skip had waved around. I personally thought there was something more. She was skilled with both paintbrush and pencil, she was brimming with creative ideas and was always down for a good time, no matter the outcome. Despite her outgoing ways and positive attitude, there was always one thing Stephanie hated more than anything; Christmas.It wasn't because of previous childhood experiences, it wasn't because she found her job stressful, it was simply because, every single year, she would find herself spending Christmas alone. You see, even though she was close with.