Why smile? Because I was alive! After Gomez stabbed me, I was determined not to die, a determination so intense that I'd expelled the pain, casting it...into Gomez's body, and then tried to repair the damage to my abdomen the knife had caused.I'd succeeded.Argh! Maybe not. Maybe I did nothing, and doctors repaired the wound.Whatever. I was alive!A pretty face with tired eyes loomed over me."Mom," I croaked, my throat so dry I couldn't talk.She placed a straw in my mouth. "Drink," she said.Ah, the. It was Maggie, the 17 year old daughter of my cleaning lady.‘Hello, Mr Webley. I’ve just come for my mum’s wages.’Now Maggie was 17 and quite a big girl. 5foot 8inches tall and about 12 stone. Her excess weight was concentrated in her huge 38DD breasts and on her meaty arse and thighs. We quite often flirted but never took things farther. As I went to get my wallet, I saw that I had left the candle and the lube in full view! I was sure she noticed this but didn’t say anything. I gave her the. "Can I get undressed?" Of course you can, Rebecca. There's a nightie for you in the bathroomif you want."Hiromi smiled as Gabrielle loosened her grip on her. "I was thinking ofsomething more like nothing. Whatever you would you prefer, Gabby." I think I would like that too," Gabby decided she would let Hiromi setthe pace. She wanted to win the heart and soul of her friend and thatrequired flexibility not selfishness.Gabrielle sat down on the bed as Hiromi began to undress. She put herpurse on. He chose theblack one which he donned luxuriating in the feel of the smooth lining asit slid up his arms and caressed his body swishing around his legs,buttoning it securely and cinching the belt tight. He lifted the blackhood carefully over his permed gray hair and tied its ties in a neat bowensuring the turnback of the voluminous material was evenly arranged.Stepping confidently out of the room, his mack deliciously sussuratingover his satin skirts and petticoats with a harmonic rustle from.