She ignored the eyes of the women around her. While every one was different, she was more so, shape fleshier, more muscular. Darker. Shanna stood stil..., enjoying the feel of the warm breeze flowing over her skin, nipples hardening on breasts no longer encumbered by tight cloth and armor. Armor with built in padding. That's what she needed. Comfort and support.Heh. That's how she could make her living: designing modern bras for these people.Shanna climbed back up onto the bank, grabbing a towel.. "Sorry for surprising you but I saw you coming already," a voice shouted from upstairs. There I was in front of my new place and my jaw almost dropped to the basement. My future roommate was stunning: about 5'8", perfect curves in just the right places and long, black hair with red highlights. She was wearing red, skin-tight jeans and a Suicide Silence shirt with the sleeves cut off. I liked this girl already."Don't you wanna come in?" Oh... sure, right."She went around showing me the place and. Look what we did. Will someone please clean my sloppy little cunt?”“I think she’s talking to you, my dear”, my wife whispered in my ear.“Oh I’m definitely talking to you”.The crotchless bodysuit frames her dripping, sloppy, freshly fucked cunt perfectly. It’s still warm, freshly made. Glistening.“Go slowly, take your time, be thorough. I want you to clean everything.”I kiss my wife, take one last look at the rarest of treats waiting for me, and with my cock rock hard, dripping with precum, I. I explained that somehow her brain managed to work enough for it to control her breathing and heart beat again. We weren’t sure she was ever going to regain consciousnessthey were still going to fix her body the best they could while they waited.“She seems to be sort of the same person after she woke up. Everyone was happy to find out that she was still potty trained when they took all the tubes out of her down there. I guess that is so deeply hardwired that she couldn’t forget it,” I said..