Verbally, Martha asked, "Leaving today John?"I could not contain my pleasure at getting out of this bed and hospital, "Mom will be here in two hours."...he two of them lapsed into silence and it did not take much of an excursion into their minds to see that they wanted to know if I wanted to keep them or not.I asked Martha silently, [Do you not have any place to go?]She nodded rather than answer directly and I knew I could read her answer - but even I understood that this was enough of a. I don't know, make sure it's really over. Make sure she isn't thinking of me too, at least now and then.But it was over. She knew that.Still, it was a Saturday morning, and she resolutely phoned Sara's apartment. No more going over there and lurking in the shadows. She would demand to see her. She would insist. She would be firm. Sara, we have to talk. We just have to. I have to talk to you, even if for just a few minutes. Please.No, don't beg, Laura thought. Just demand a meeting. Just let her. Then we did a race to see who could get naked the fastest. I won, and then gracious winner that I am, I encouraged her own strip tease with appreciative moans and touches that earned me a couple more giggles and one pretend slap. Ever since Johanna, I have to confess that I’ve always been attracted to tall women and Rachel was no exception. She must have been close to my own height and I’d have said she probably weighed more than me if I didn’t know that muscles is three times heavier than fat.. "You have NO idea, babe." I could see his cock through his pants, erect like a flagpole. His trembling hands were suddenly on my body, groping my firm and swollen belly, then tunneling under my shirt to lift my swollen tits into plain view. A little bit of milk dribbled out of my right nipple as he did so. "Then you probably know I don't want this," I told him. Rudy nodded. "I get that, but it don't matter. If you're good, though, I'll let you live." I sighed defeatedly and leaned.