A few minutes later a nurse and a doctor both walked into the room stopping by my bed. I immediately recognized the nurse she was Ms. Debra Cox which...I always thought was funny cause her name was just like doctor cox from the show scrubs, she even slightly acted like him her take no shit attitude from anybody doctors, nurse, or even patients. She did care a lot though she had a huge heart and was one of the kindest people youll ever know as long as you dont piss her off. One of the other. I take a deep breath as I turn my key in the lock, I dont know why Im nervous, any situation I find inside can be immediately calmed with the glass bottles I hold in my aching left hand. I close the door behind me and take of my shoes and coat quietly. Stepping out of the hall, I hear mums voice pipe up harshly Where the hell have you been? Im not surprised by the lack of love in her voice. She says I ruined her figure and made my Dad leave us. I used to come back with a smart reply about how. Hers tastes were exactly like my own, sweet and feminine, pinks and creams, glossy stockings and hold-ups, beautiful suspender belts and chemises, satin and lace, bows and lace-up bustiers, baby-dolls and heels.Peeking through the fancy lattice of the wardrobe door, my eyes greedily feast on Casey and Wendy. Their pretty heads locked tight into each other's aching pussy, both totally oblivious to the rest of the world as the sounds of slurping echo around the room.I could reach out and caress. Not conventionally beautiful, perhaps, but a rather lovely figure of womanhood. She'd put her hands back behind her head as soon as she'd finished removing her clothes as I'd told her to, lying there quite naked but for the irrelevant panties. And, yes, she was thin - ribs and pelvic bones all too protuberant - but she was, I thought, quite beautiful. The way her breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing, the pouting, flexing folds of her labia, the lust in her eyes as she watched me so.