She wore an orange shirt which looked too large, even with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and green corduroy trousers, which may have been the r...ght size but were covered at the top by the cascading shirt. She moved quickly, but in a considered manner, showing them to seats and sitting on the edge of her desk.“Now, my dear, I’m told you are the next Kate Moss! Is that true?”“I don’t think so” said Lauren, giggling.“Well, let’s have a look. Stand up my dear. Have you done any modeling. I could feel her breast rubbing against my breast as shemoved next to me. My nipples became erect once again. Jeannie's left hand was on my pussy mound, gently caressing my pubic hair.She continued to French kiss me and to rub her breast against my breast. Oneof her fingers found my vagina and entered. My initial reaction was to closemy legs tightly, which I did. Jeannie's finger was already in me, so closingmy legs just trapped her there. Jeannie just waited. A moment later, I relaxedagain.. I managed to get through the days. Late Friday afternoon I drove to the hospital and looked through the autopsy report and it fueled my anger even more. Had there been a doctor on site when Sara was moved she probably would have made it. But there was no way she could have made it when the piece of metal was forced away from her stomach. She had bled to death while on the way to the hospital. What a waste of life. But I still could not cry.What really shocked me Friday evening was a letter that. Very quietly whispered, "I'm okay Bobby, please take my panties off for me."I started moving them down her thighs and legs again."Honey, as bad as I want this, it's very difficult for me. Please be patient with me," she sobbed a little quietly."We have all night Janet, and I told you before, we don't have to do anything at all and I'll be very happy just to hold you." Her panties were on the floor and I felt her kick them away, so now she was completely naked with me.I used my lips and fingers.