"She huffed good naturedly, "Curtis is going to be very cross with you--I've had two meals with you before I've had one with him." The heart of the ma...ter! And how are we feeling about Mr. Persistent this morning?" I've already spoken to him. He and the 2nd period geometry class called to wish me well." That was nice." It was. We couldn't talk personally, of course, but I felt ok afterward. I just needed a moment to catch my breath, I guess. Like you said, it was an Almost and I hadn't quite. I did as I was told, lying full length, clad only in girdle and stockings and reaching my arms above my head to emphasise the soft, flowing curves of my body. Keeping her eyes fixed on the feast of flesh set out before her, she swiftly discarded her own clothing, incidentally showing that the basic functionalities of service underwear were not compulsory for NCOs, to reveal a gorgeously full, mature body. At last growing impatient, she virtually tore off my shoes, stockings and girdle, and then. But this was different. This time I had a purpose. This time, I wanted help. Help from someone … God. There wasn’t anyone else who could make a difference. We visited the hospital on Sunday morning, but there was no change in Shelly’s condition. She didn’t seem any different from the previous afternoon. She was exactly in the same position and her face looked exactly the same. We left after forty-five minutes to get to church on time. Word of the accident had spread throughout the community. In. I chose the printout I made of Gail down in Arizona, fisting herself. That was an awesome turn on. There was also my recent memory of fucking big fat Debbie at her place two weeks ago. It was hard to forget those giant tits rolling back and forth, my hands on her big round rump or the feel of my cock driving deep inside her large hairy box. Then just to really liven it up I imagined what Debbie’s tit’s would be like if she were pregnant and lactating (something I was NOT prepared to make happen.