Hearing his footsteps as he retreats behind her, unseen. Fighting the desperate urge to turn and investigate. She hears a soft metallic noise, as if m...tal is girding against metal. Not harsh, but a soft drawn out sound. Her pulse quickens at the thoughts career in her mind. “What is it” she desperately thinks to herself. Her mind conjuring up image after image in her mind, each much worse than the last! Fear spreads through her like fire, still fighting the urge to turn. Her pulse now racing. Stella caught my eye. She was a really BBW in her mid 40's. She had a beautiful face, with such a beautiful smile and perfect pearly white teeth. She had full kissable lips, lips created to suck dicks, rounded chin, wide hips and a nice, plump fuckable ass. She was magnificently shapely. She was a large woman, but she carried her weight with a certain grace. Her legs were thick but very shapely peeking out from underneath her knee-length dress. Her whole expression was something of amused. Fortunately, nothing of the like was in the tunnel, but I was forced to stop because of a sealed door that I had no idea how to open."Okay, AI, how do I get past this locked door?" Sorry about that, Andy. I didn't know that there was a seal at that end of the tunnel. Give me a moment to see what I can do." Seconds later, the door opened and I was facing a walkway between two banks of blank walls, each one taller than my head when I stood up. I moved in far enough to allow the rest of the guys. It consumed her entire being. Surely her mom’s death should have vaccinated her against that kind of hurt. Ana knew again how it felt to have her world desperately waiting for someone else to say the words that would make the air breathable and bring the color back again She remembered the nights she and Sasha had sat up with a box of Kleenex and a pint of Phish Food seeing them past dawn. Even then, she never fully metabolized her best friend’s broken despair over her breakup with Alex. Ana.