It was about 4PM in the afternoon before there was any sign of progress. Stacey tottered on her heels over to Daz, pressing her 32DD into his side and...planting a kiss on his cheek as she watched the burgers cooking. "They smell fukin great babes" she said with a smile and pushing her shades back up her head. "Do we have to wait long? I am fukin starving and so is Tanya" she saidDaz getting a little impatient grabbed his beer and remained silent. This was clear to Stacey that he was badgering. “Kimberly, I want you more than I can express. Yes, come back to me.” My wide smile radiates my reverence for him. We sit in companionable silence. Now and again he feeds me more fruit. The air is chilly and I shiver. “Are you cold?” David asks. “Just a little bit.” David removes his soiled coat, as if intending to hand it to me, but seeing the bloodied sleeve he grimaces. Another reminder how hard he bit me. I sit tensed, waiting for him to once again change his mind about us, but he only. " Where are they now? Did you transform them back?" "No, we couldn't. But most are being taken care of. We found adoptivefamilies for the children, and the grown women were given psychologicalhelp and financial aid to get started on their own. Some even havefamilies now."A pause."Some, I'm afraid were lost. None died that I am aware of, but more thanone ended up on the street as prostitutes, some became strippers andsuch. A consequence of the enhanced sex drive and lack of intelligence togain. His hand traced the skin on her breast softly, barely making contact with her skin. It was like delightful electricity spreading at the point of contact, making her squirm. A soft moan escaped her lips as she tilted her head back resting on his shoulder. Leaning into him the dish soap bubbles were dripping from her hands.From the top of her bare back to the back of her calves Abigail could feel his wool suit on her flesh as his hands explored the treasures under her apron. She pushed her ass.