This is Doctor Benson. I was wondering if I could speak to you about Mort." I ... I can't speak about that. My parents might hear me." she sounded ver... frightened.I hesitated, not sure how to proceed. "I see" I finally said. "Well the thing of it is, I was just wondering about the hand injury..."Gwen cut me off "What! How did you know about that?" Well, it's mentioned in the file. I know Mort had no hand injuries when I examined her a few weeks back, so when I saw the updated report, I wondered. Every time she started to search for words I would understand, I kissed them from her lips. As she still pressed her body against me, I began to caress Isabelle’s shapely ass again.Isabelle responded with a gasping sigh. Suddenly, she no longer wanted to be gently kissed; she now kissed me hard, her tongue hungrily invading my mouth with a probing, sucking abandonment. And then Isabelle broke free to shift onto her knees. Crouching over me, she wildly kissed me. I could feel her stiff nipples. Kelli said she had on a light blue cotton tank dress with white cotton panties and no bra and white sandals.She said they drove around all night, got some beers, stopped at a friends house got some pot, then got high then left later that evening. Kelli said that John was nice, holding her hand and giving her a little kiss after they got done getting high.She said they kept driving till they got to a park which was pretty dark, they were all sitting in the front seat of a big truck . They all. With a pair of scissors, she snipped away at the waistline to give a few more inches for his girth. With him in the chair they untied his hands and forced his arms up to clad him in this feminine attire. He could feel the silkiness against his skin and he trembled at the thought of why he was being made to wear this. He began to wave his arms but was quickly subdued with his arms zip-locked behind him.Poor Bob Tucker, “How did this all happen to me”, he thought? Was he destined to be somebody’s.