Footloose and fancy free.” “Yea? One of these days you'll make some man happy and be his bride,” Mike said with a grin. “I don't know. Maybe. ...aybe the right man hasn't asked me,” I answered and placed his plate in front of him. “I'm curious. What would be the right situation for you to take hormones and grow your own titties. I mean, everything else is just perfect until you get to those silicon buddies.” “Oh, I don't know, maybe a job where I could be a woman without being harassed by upper. You are in sweats and sweatshirt. I am freshly showered, as usual, scented in my favorite soap, a honey almond bar from Australia. I am crazy for fragrant soaps from other countries, especially England and Australia. I keep a fresh bar in my underwear and bra drawer to lightly scent them. You nudge me out from my nap with your feet. You murmur for me to take your breakfast refuse away. I begin to get up, but you tell me to stay on all fours. You place the refuse on my back carefully so I have. She was in her short sleeveless blouse.As they were talking, he got the smell of her sweaty armpit. It was so pungent and strong. He lowered his head and kissed her smooth shoulder. Then he sniffed her armpit. She said :”Do you like my armpit smell?” He said, “Yes, very much.” Saying this he buried his head in her big sweaty smelly hairy armpit. The flesh inside the pit was soft and a little rough, with lot of sweat and hair.The smell was too much to bear. He started to lick the armpit with big. His mind absently considered how the urine had gotten out, considering Mark had no penis through which to void. But then a broken pipeline needs only an exit to flush the water. It didn’t matter if the plumbing was intact or not. ‘Henry,’ a cool feminine voice said from the shadows. He opened his eyes to find Marlene Henson standing before him, not more than a few feet away from Mark’s corpse. She was naked, her voluptuous curves and soft alabaster skin speckled and sprayed with blood. In fact,.