"How's she doing?" Mike sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked her face. It was still cold, but her lips were no longer blue. "Come to that, ho... are you doing?" He said pointedly at Tim.Tim sighed. Mike had been looking after him ever since they were kids, and sometimes forgot Tim was well and truly grown up now."I'm fine, dude. She's like cuddling an iceberg, but she's not shivering as badly any more. You need to shed some clothes, Mike." Tim could see Mike sweating in the elevated room. ‘I fear you have damaged me irreparably.’ The Captain laughed and repeated his in-and-out move, the distance travelled a little longer this time. ‘Well, your maidenhead has gone, that could be construed as irreparable damage of a sort. But you will soon grow to enjoy this feeling of fullness, Kitty. Embrace it.’ Kitty privately doubted she could ever take delight in having herself painfully split by an invasive length of hard flesh but she did not voice her thought. Instead she gritted her. Their eyes showed that they were both full of teenage questions about the outcome of our negotiations.I said in a serious tone, “We decided that instead of Misty living with us that her parents are going to get Misty her own apartment on the far edge of town. She’ll have to change schools, drop out of after-school sports, use public transportation until she can afford a car with her own money, and start to fund her own education and living expenses.”There was a long silence as the girls studied. Eventually, she began to wash Jane.After they were completely clean, they stepped out, drying with clean towels. Each their own. They dried their hair with a blow drier. Jane said she would wait in the cloister as Susan finished her hair.Susan stepped out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped around her just over her breasts. She was unprepared for the sight that faced her.There were twenty-eight nude women lined up in two rows of fourteen on either side of the cloister. Jane waited nude in.
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