Brad didn't escape the probing either, and his nipples and cockbecame even more noticeable than they were. We were told by the gropersthat this was a ...outine procedure to insure that guests weren't carryingconcealed weapons. What bull shit! But it felt good and we wouldprobably get more groping than that before the night was over.We were escorted to a booth by a chubby blonde lady in her fifties and alow-cut dress that revealed a large pair of boobs that looked very real.We ordered drinks from. ”“What ... what happened?”She was silent for a few moments. I opened my eyes to see tears streaming down her face.“Oh, baby!” I said, squeezing her even tighter. I held her, and nuzzled her face with mine. I tasted her tears, tasting the salt in them. I knew her tears were full of dead skin cells, from her body. I drank them, I made them part of me. I knew my body would reprocess them, on a small scale, into things it could use. I tried to become her, I loved her so much. But, I hated to see. We were working for a company that had HQ in a remote part of the country and few of their staff (roughly 5-6 people, all of them older than me) came to our premises for some training and presentations. In this group I have noticed a woman, with long blond hair that was falling on her shoulders and huge D or DD tits. She was obviously trying to hide them but it was impossible. Some might call this type of woman a bit chubby, but I would say curvy+. As they all introduced themselves I learned. As her thoughts were on Susan. It didn't help at all that Susan could feel her turmoil, mirroring her own.The girl approached her outside after class as she sat on a bench and gathered her notes."Hello, Susan." she said simply."Hello, Jill. It's been a long time." Susan shakily replied."Yes, too long." Jill said, sitting by her."What have you been up to?" Susan managed to ask.She was quivering inside, fully aware of the others state, which still mirrored her own."Oh, not as much as you, I fear..