“A bra?” I asked.“Yes. There are no bras in the market for me. I needed to learn sewing them for myself.” she said and looked down at her mass...ve bosom.”“I thought you were supposed to undergo a plastic surgery.” “I was. I refused that. The doctor said, if I had the surgery I wouldn’t be able to breastfeed my c***dren.”I was looking at her in a shock.“I want c***dren and I want to breastfeed them.” she added simply.“What does your boyfriend thinks about it?” I asked.“I have no boyfriend.” She. Here it had raised knobbly bits, which were designed to stimulate the clit. I'd buy myself one of these I thought. I wondered if I'd be able to persuade Keith to take it up his arse. It was a nice thought; I'll ask Carol if I could borrow it for tomorrow. I was deep in thought when Patti said,"C'mon sister, sit on this." I looked at Patti lying in the middle of the huge bed. Her legs were wide open, and she had the dildo buried in her cunt, with the free end sticking straight up like an. She kept her head down and hugged herself by pulling her knees to her chest. Of course, the sheath dress rode high up her thighs and I caught a glimpse of pussy lips pressing against black silk panties. But this time I resisted the urge to take a closer look. “Start at the beginning,” I urged, reaching out and stroking her cheek with my fingertips. “And, please, call me Mari.” “Thanks… Mari” she sniffed, still looking forlorn and helpless. “I’ve never messed up like this before. I didn’t even. I'd turned out to be a good one and I'd made more than a good living at it. That was over too.Here and now I had to plan my own life and I didn't think I'd be all that good at it. At least I had a few ideas left from Rose. She'd poured over the maps and drawings and planned for my first shelter.Just a little further north there was a sort of path down into a valley. It had looked like an ideal setup to Rose. About half way to the river's floodplain was a sort of large shelf, a kind of second.