I triedmaking myself decent but I was just in too much pain; I just buttoned upmy dress and walked out. I didn't know what else to do, so I got my ph...nefrom my purse and called Paul.He asked me where I was and I had to look around for a street sign. Hewanted to take me to the hospital, but I just wanted to go home. Hecompromised by taking me home so I could change before I went to thehospital. The lady at the ER thought that maybe Paul had hit me, but heshowed her that his hands were clean. Tomorrow, he would go to the ‘BAT Cave’ and play a little. Right now he needed rest. Soon he was sleeping soundly. The next awake cycle came and his alarm went off. He opened his eyes and looked around at his quarters. There was a small automatic kitchen, a smaller refrigerator, his bunk and a little sitting room with built in sofa. The company didn’t waste much space on junior miners. H prepared meal #1 and ate it quickly. He hopped a scooter and headed for the Bat Cave. The Bat Cave was a. And I am a woman. I am a woman in a man’s industry, and what made matters worse was that I am what men would call a solid 8+, in their subjective rating scale, sometimes even a 9, if I wore the right outfit, and my hair was just so. My appearance made it difficult for men to take me seriously in a business-sense, and more than once I only achieved my business objectives by letting my counterpart get a flash of cleavage, as opposed to sound business decisions. At first I was incensed, but I. I brought my hand front and kept on her boobs and pressed little over her thin blouse.Wow . . . . Very soft and firm boobs mom.Huuu . . . . Press slow niket.Ok , mom. Gorgeous boobs.Call me by my name dear.Oh , nila. Enjoying with your boobsNiket, my dear , press and push my boobs more. I am feeling nice.Yes my darling nila.We were kissing and I was playing with her boobs. She was moving her hands on my back and scratching my back. I removed my t shirt and trying to hold her boobs inside her.