No, it wasn't a dream. I threw back the covers and slid out of bed. I lifted up the bottom of the nightgown and saw I still had on the pink nylon pant...es Beth had dressed me in the day before. "Jenny, what's keeping you? Hurry up. Your breakfast is getting cold." I picked up the robe, slid my arms in and tied the three ribbons at the front. "Coming, Mom." I hurried downstairs and into the kitchen. Beth and Susie were already sitting at the table. Beth had on a big white cotton t-shirt with a. Besides, this man wanted to give her money and pressed for a date. Jennifer declined the money but in amazement, agreed to a date later that week. "What in the world am I doing? I could have the pick of the litter and agreed to go out with this man named John?" she mumbled. The night was spent in glorious soaking in a hot bubble bath in Jennifer's feminine apartment. It was a night of discovery of extremely female things within easy reach. It ranged from delicate lace napkins to . In the morning I entered the room. The bitch was still drugged and knockedout. Her tits looked fabulous, though obviously swollen. ?She is having someserious problems breathing? Dr Hillbert said. ?The weight of the mercury ismore than she is used to and her lungs are not expanding as they should. Themuscles are just too weak to offset the weight.? Instead you could see thatshe was laboring to breathe with her diaphragm. Those nice tits were unmovingand massive. ?So Doc, what size do you think. The feelings as my glans parted her soft flesh and ploughed to the very heart of her velvet depths were so sensual that I gasped and fell back against the pillow. Her long flowing hair was trapped beneath my cheek as I began to pump her small frame with a steady rhythm.I had never fucked anyone who felt this good! The hand that was still sticky with her pussy juice slipped upward to grasp hold of one of her tiny breast and squeezed roughly. Her bouncing hips thrust back at me even harder and.