3 Am. The bar is closing now; time for everyone to leave. We don't have to go home, but we can't stay here. No problem, I'm way too drunk and tired to...do anymore partying anyway. I say goodbye to my friends and hop in the nearest cab back to my place. The cabbie is gives me looks in the rear-view mirror. He makes me uncomfortable; his tip just got cut in half. I hurry out of the cab and make sure to walk to my neighbour's house until the cab is out of sight; last thing I need is some horny cab. I loved her semi hairy pussy. It was such a beautiful color in the sunlight. I loved the way it tickled my lips and face when I was eating her. I was wet just looking at her beautiful face and porcelain skin.. Claudette was stunning..I leaned over to play with her breasts as she began fondling my breasts, pulled my blouse up, so she could lick and suck my nipples. I was hers without question, as she was mine. We were the perfect lovers.Claudette gently fondled my breasts as she was. What's yours?"Alison decided to use Amy's reason, which would be more palatable than having sprung a full-grown adult male from captivity. "My baby has a genetic defect, and I just couldn't face the idea of aborting it, somehow."The two women looked at each other and nodded. "Welcome to the club. Us too."All three smiled and relaxed. "Is it just the two of you?"They nodded. "And you?" I have a companion -- another woman in the same situation. We live some distance from here. But we're trying to. She felt so beautiful, all cares were behind her. Ahead was just an eternity of perfect peace. The thought brought her more pleasure than she would ever have imagined.One day, not long before their anniversary, Jennifer asked Bill if he ever still looked at his picture of the dead girl. Bill said that, yes, he did from time to time. Jennifer's playing dead had been wonderful, but he still sometimes wondered what it would be like to make love to a real dead body. Suddenly, Jennifer knew exactly.