I didn't actually need nursing ... and I really didn't need the company...Whatever the pain I'd been experiencing, though, it was nice to be back in m... own bed, confident that I'd wake feeling a bit better, would gradually get back in control. I guess the meds they'd given me when I'd left the ward must have helped but by the time I finally fell asleep I'd forgotten all about May ... and about the e-mails and the things I had to do.Next morning I accepted breakfast as graciously as possible but. I pinched them gently and then, reminding myself that she was not going to wake up, I increased the pressure. If she'd been awake she'd have been squealing by now but except for a stiffening of her fat teats in my grasp there was no reaction. She was braless beneath her nightdress and I could feel her soft 42D tits (I had been checking her bra size for years) through the material. Time to see them in the flesh.It wasn't easy pulling her nightdress up. I had to roll her one way and then the. The guys were talking and laughing, as the girls were moaning and groaning. Shane, Jack and I could do nothing but stand there and watch. Who knew how long this had been going on?After watching for close to thirty minutes, the guys had the girls change around. They were still side by side, but now were laying flat on their backs. The guys circled around them, and then proceeded to jerk themselves off. They must have been close, because first one let go of his spunk, and then one by one the. “What’s up, Little Girl? Are you okay?”Sammi, stopped sobbing, lifted her head, tears fogging her eyes, and tried to smile at me. “I’m so sorry, Sir! I didn’t mean to…”“Hush now, woman. Whatever you need, and whatever we can do to help, we’ll do. But first we need to know what the problem is. It’s your parents, isn’t it, Sammi?”Tears started streaming down her face again, and her faux smile collapsed into crying again, “It’s…it’s my Mom! I’m mad as hell at her, but I miss her, too! She’s always.