After about 2-3 minutes, I got up too and said that I had to go too the restroom too. I went outside the theater and my uncle was waiting for me there... He asked me to come to the car with me so we could have a quickie there and get back to the movie soon. I said that it would take too long and aunt might get suspicious something’s going on. Uncle agreed and so we tried to think of some other way. Then he said that we should go to the women’s room and make out there. I said that someone might. It's kinda hit in miss because reviewers go off synopsis and codes and probably by author name if they have a favorite. A new author cannot be a favorite, obviously, so they don't get that little advantage. It's just something i'd like to see because new authors are the future, stupid as that sounds. I won't be writing forever, a lot of our favorite authors are gone, or busy, or retired, or in jail, whatever. Time marches on and we're all replaced by our children, so I always think new authors. "I won't be embarrassed, Dale." She said as he walked her to the O.R. doors. "I'll be as beautiful as those plastic dummies you wear to bed." Shortly after being put out for the operation, Lizzie woke from her cloudy dream state and brushed her hair from in front of her face. As the sleep left her eyes, the twin melon shaped breasts with surgical bandages, roes up from underneath the sheet that covered her. Then she heard a familiar voice coming to her from out of a fog. "You look beautiful,. "Yes," I replied. "Cum slut, I think the new term for my fetish is called," Samantha said plainly. "I love the feel of it, the taste, the texture." "Seriously?" I smiled. "Absolutely," Samantha said. "Not many have heard me admit to it, but I love it, and you, well, you cum hard and a lot. I think about it constantly." I could see she was getting aroused just talking about it. "I used to think it was a bad thing," I told her. "Especially when I was younger." "Oh no," Samantha said, shaking her.