Phoebe's hair, freshly washed and extensively blown dry, was smooth andshiny as a crow's wing. She was not just attractive; she was astrikingly beauti...ul girl."I've made breakfast...well, I guess, technically, it's more like lunchat this point... more like drunch, really" Marcia said, trying for alight tone. She gestured at the table like one of those high-heeled gameshow hostesses elegantly presenting a consolation prize.The cake came out perfectly, in spite of the extra wait time andmultiple. Me – And when he will hold your head and fuck in your mouth, hitting your throat with his huge cock. How will that be, jaan?Nisha – It will fill my mouth to full. I won’t be able to even moan!I smiled and said – Would you want me to ask him to stop?Nisha – No, let him hit my throat with the tip of his cock again and again. Oh, God, how awesome it will be.Nisha had spread her legs wide open I was rubbing her pussy rigorously now!Me – Won’t you feel shy when he will undress you?Nisha – I will die. She looked good. The main thing was her hair. That on her head needed to be washed. That on her legs and under her arms had grown wild since the surgery. A section of her back, maybe 6 inches by 6 inches was covered with tape to hold a 3 inch bandage in place.We headed across the hall into the bathroom. She was perfectly capable of moving herself, I was just there to steady her. We worked her bottoms down and she sat down to pee. "Get that apricot shampoo. Oh, and that conditioner in the tall. Then next day the routine is forgotten as is the house work. However, the day brightens when the envelope does not come. After going through the mail relief floods through her body and her legs become unsteady. And her shoulders feel as if a ton of weight has been lifted away. Hurrying upstairs the routine is completed in a rush but with a critical eye on the process. And the end result is carefully evaluated. Then downstairs and in an hour there is a spotless home.Then a call to Marie who.