I’ve got some of the samples to show you.”She passed some of the prints around; her ‘bazoombas’ did look larger than normal. The photos were v...ry good; they seemed to capture some essence of her personality. She looked pensive, wistful, as if she was waiting for something or someone.“I need to learn that trick with the cleavage,” Jillian said. “You look an inch or two bigger in those photos!”“I like the blonde highlights they put in your hair,” Lori said.“You should keep those in permanently,”. ” Thankfully, there is a chalkboard in their conference room. I head to the chalkboard and start drawing.In my late 20s to early 40s of my first life, I was in the navy as a marine engineer. The tests we had to take for each level of engineering ticket were a bit extreme. With the lowest level ticket, you had schematics for 40 different ship systems. You were forced to stand in front of a board of senior engineers. They would pick one schematic at random, and you had to draw the entire thing. (Was she bathing, or Jilling off? I wondered.)She opened the door for me and stepped back for me to enter. I hugged her as usual. She apologised that she was barely dressed, and apologised about her scar from heart surgery. It was a pink, stitched line up her sternum.I smiled. I told her: I don't mind the scar, because you've got a wonderful, caring heart under that. I grasped each side of the blouse she was holding closed, and said: You've also got two beautiful breasts on either side. She seemed to get closer and closer to screaming like she did when she got fucked.Mom,"you probably don't remember, but I loved breastfeeding you, I felt so close to you, and you were always hungry for me. I felt so good to have you so close. I wish it never stopped. All this time, it seems like a buildup inside me that hurts my breasts. That's why it feels so good to have you massage me there." I continued massaging and squeezing, and I felt hotter and hotter.Mom,"Can I feed you again, I want.