My parents were always arguing about me wanting to know why I didn't go on a diet.When we were out in the car, my father had a habit of pressing down ...ard on the accelerator whenever he was mad - and I guess it did it once too often when he and Mum were out on the highway. I was home watching television when I got a call from the hospital telling me that there' been a terrible crash and both my parents had died. I sold our house and bought a small two bedroom town house.But I was lonely living. Being the lovable drunkard that she was, she had noticed it was extra cheap and had bought every single bottle and can, completely emptying the entire store from it, as she would drag two crates back into her apartment. She would look around as she noticed Rei and Asuka sitting in the couch while watching some anime.Asuka wore little other than a pair of panties and a short top that covered her breasts and not much else, only looking up at the door when Misato brought in a truly insane amount. I make the left turn out of the parking garage and begin driving to the hotel. I can't explain why, but my body feels as if it is being taken over by my needs.At the end of the short drive, I pull into the parking lot and sit in the car for a few moments. The surge of excitement is growing and I take a quick look around to see if anyone is looking. Seeing no one, I gently cup my breast, squeezing it. I moan at the touch and how good it makes me feel as the nipple begins to harden with just this. ”“Only if it’s like some weird shit made from ground up monkey balls or something like that. It’s not, is it?”“Nothing like that. It’s actually synthetic motor oil made in Japan that’s a 100% vegetable derivative. It’s much safer than a petroleum product and really reduces friction. The strawberry you smell is just a little added extract. That’s what’s causing the tingly feeling. You still okay with this?”“I guess..