Go and see this guy who apparently made the App.I took a few buses into town. By now it was dark and the streets were already bustling with people jus... finishing work or people getting ready to go out to party.I weaved my way through the shadier side of the town, full of tightly packed buildings, the kind where there were signs for shady looking companies that didn’t really advertise what they were selling. I figured out that the modelling agencies were really a front for porno shoots.I could a. .. Colton,” then she cried.~~~V~~~The days dragged on and on. Colton’s life had become a continuous series of false hopes and dashed moments. He’d given up staying at Chelsea’s bedside. It was back and forth from home to the hospital or to Madeline’s. He was all out of sorts. Someone was paying all his bills; not just the hospital costs, but everything else too. He wondered; had the father he’d never met heard about Chelsea? Irma and Emit had given up; they didn’t have any answers. Who else. It had to have been an orgasm, even though she didn't know what an orgasm felt like. Unless it felt like that. If it felt like that, she might be able to live through another one some day. If it was stronger than that, she'd be in real trouble.She looked down at her breasts. She couldn't see her breasts, because the life jacket was covering them. She wondered if her nipples were poking through the suit. Who would have thought her breasts could bring THAT much pleasure? She still couldn't. I stole glances at her feet every chance I had. I helped with the dishes, talked with her while she cooked and waited to eat breakfast until she was ready to go to work. I know she caught me several times, but she never said a word. My interest grew severely a week later as the three of us sat down to watch a movie. My parents were sitting on the sofa together and my mom rested her feet on the coffee table in front of her. Immediately she began to slowly rub them together. I lovingly stared at.