Not a very effective simulation of a real woman.The love doll, though, started to feel like a real human as he kept forcing air into it. At one point,...as he took his mouth off of the vent to inhale some more, a whooshing sound came from the vent.Astonished, Mike saw the love doll continue to inflate! He was hearing the sound of air being sucked into the doll's vent. The doll's body began to fill out, and it's breasts started to stand out from the chest. Finally, the head inflated and the truly. .. like... like me," I said, feelingmy eyes start to water."And so, what's your name now?" Mr. Damien asked."Kitten," I said."Tell me." My name... my name..." I took a deep breath. "My name is... K-k-k...Kitten," I got out, finally.Kitten. Kitten..."That's excellent, Kitten," Mr. Damien said with a self-satisfied smirk."And it's especially good because I got you this choker necklace with yourname on it."Mr. Damien showed it to me. It was a frilly pink and white lace collar, thekind a sissy. They have a need for their bodies to be respected even in death, while as for me, I do what I have to because my life was stolen from me - taken - and speaking honestly, I don't know whether it was real or just the delusion of an old schizophrenic mind. Maybe I've always lived in these caverns. Maybe all my troubling memories are lies. All I know is that I can spear a dead woman's cunt and crack it in two.How did I learn that?And as for Christine...My cock hardened. I picked up a rock and. Mark smiled at the memory. \ He recalled how he soooo wanted to reach out and feel her bosoms even though her shirt was still on. He didn’t care. He didn’t really know what a woman’s, a desirable woman’s breasts, actually felt like. That day, way back 25 years earlier, was the day he would find out too. He leaned back in the rocking chair with his arms back behind his head and he tried remembering as best as he could what hers felt like that very first time he touched and felt her up. “Go on,.