So there you have it! Impressive, am I right?" When I didn't respond immediately he said, "Speechless, I know. Then let's move on. The tour is almost ...ver, just one more exhibit." Tripp (or Amanda) rolled me down the isle slowly. I studied each girl as we passed by. Most of their tits were elongated by gravity and the weight of the attachments, although one girl was almost flat-chested. Still, the plastic cylinders remained sealed tightly to what little tits she had and milk streamed from her. "He left the room and I wandered back into the bathroom and ran a shower. I loved the way the water bounced off MY breasts as I ran my fingersthrough my hair I realised that I wouldn't need a wig anymore as my hairhad grown quite long after 3 months. I stepped out of the shower andpatted myself dry and walked to the wardrobe to find something to wear.I opened the doors to find masses of cloths, I selected a electric bluehalter neck sun dress and a pair of plain cotton panties. Once I. Wearily she assisted her tank crews in putting the behemoths to bed and resupplying them with the large crystals that powered the massive main guns. They gave their noble steeds a wash-down and double-checked that the interlocks that prevented the machines from unguided movement were engaged.At Camp Shackleton, the base AI carefully backed the faux Ahrens-Fox into its bay in the base fire station. As the replica 1928 pumper had ceased to be a weapons system and was now once again a vital part. You start tomorrow." "Thanks old man, can't wait." *The Next day* "Ah you must be Aj. I'm Mr. Fitzgerald, but you can call me Dan. Come on in." Mr. Fitzgerald was a thirty something year old corporate lawyer who had moved into the neighborhood a year and a half ago. My dad told me he was a nice guy from their previous conversations, and so far my dad had been right. I could tell this would be a pretty straightforward job, with a boss who wanted to be my friend more than anything. "Mostly you'll.