It was easier because I didn’t have to read her eyes this way or see her gazing into mine, but I could still feel her emotions.As we moved on, I rep...ied, “Not bad, exactly, but not good. I think maybe we got to that stage and quit trying to see if there was anything more between us. Maybe we both thought it was enough, but when she eventually realized she wanted something more it turned out that it was with another guy.”“Oh. I’m sorry.”“No, it’s okay. It ended not too long before I had my. I was not surprised to find the bulk of literature consistent with that of any good scientist. Tomes on surgical techniques, anatomy texts on both human and animal physiology. But whatever our reclusive pair was up to was most likely in advance of such rude procedures. It was on a rare clear day when the noises from the direction of the lab began. Always low, perhaps muffled by thick walls, it sounded as a woman in pain. Such suffering could not be tolerated, not with the cursory evidence of. After posting on her thread I logged out and logged back in under my real account to check my threads and mail. After reading the few posts I had on my thread I turned my attention to the alias email, Amber had sent three emails during last night and this morning. The first only had pictures, I opened the first one to see Amber on her knees spreading her ass hole wide for Emily to take the picture. I looked at the picture knowing it was taken as I stood outside her door. The next ones were of. ’ I looked up top see what I was reading about. The nightie hung from Monica’s slender shoulders by thin straps. There was a rose above each breast. The garment barely reached crotch level. The front was held by a single tie between her breasts, the nipples causing the fabric to protrude. From the pink tie, the garment was open revealing her smooth stomach and below it, black bikini panties with a rose on the front and thin straps on the sides. As she moved toward the front of the stage, the.