This was so damn sexy and it was happening to me. I lookeddown and saw my six bosoms, each one ending with a nipple topped withwhipped cream. There ...as the lovely - and nude! - Lady Portland holdingthat big fat decorator tube, pushing it against my pussy and she wasstill pushing on the decorator's plunger to get more of it in me. Myvagina was filling like a balloon, really getting stretched. I had moreso much inside of me now. She pressed the decorator tube even morefirmly against my. This place would not be good for Our Lady the Tiger. I can just imagine- Annoying stinky babies? Loud, too.We slunk away. I marked it on my map. I actually applauded the person doing this, a gene-conservation effort. I should have thought of it. I should have thought of letting the cats out. All I thought of was putting down the brain dead. I wasn't much of a leader, and history, and all my descendants (counting my chicks again) would be disappointed in me.Note to self: come back here in. At first Ihid it from him, but after several weeks I stopped because I hoped againsthoped that he would notice it. Then we would go into his bedroom where hewould take out the jar of Vaseline and I would lay on my stomach with mylegs spread, he would put a large amount of Vaseline on his bare indexfinger and very slowly insert it into my pink hairless bud hole. It wouldgo in far enough until he felt the small almond size prostrate glandgrowing inside me. Then he would remove his finger and. Well, it was an interview. Doctor Green was not present – I was, um, interrogated, by the three senior partners in the practice. It was clear that Doctor Scattergood, the Principal, was of the old school, sceptical, if not even dismissive, of ‘talking therapies’. He was clearly within a year or two of retirement, but reluctant to surrender any of his control over the policies of the practice. Doctor Ford, who was male and Doctor Ellis, female, were both ten years or so younger than their.