If hetimed the procedure right, he could be curvy for the summer and back tohis old self in the fall for school.Even with all those thoughts, Frankie ...was depressed. He didn't feel likecleaning or writing. He didn't feel like getting dressed. He didn't feellike cooking either.He remembered during those first couple of days when he was so doped upwith painkillers that he didn't know which end was up. He woke up once andhis wife was telling him to say hello, that he had a visitor.Frankie woke to. Knowing she would sleep late this morning, after I finished my coffee I pulled on my winter parka and went down for a walk. I had seen snow before Boston. Often I drove with Julie, and for that matter with others before her, up to Lake Tahoe for the novelty of being in the snow, though I was not in the least tempted to take up skiing. In Boston snow soon became something less novel. My first winter saw over 100′ fall, which admittedly set a record, but about 40′ is average. So it is walk in the. "I see your boobs grew a bit! Lucky!" Said Sara. I smiled at her. "And I see your vagina is wet. You enjoying what your seeing?" I said with a teasing tone. She looked at me questionably. "NO! And actually, I meant to ask you about that. Why the hell is it wet?!" She asked. "Well... Ok. Ummm... You know how sex works, right?" Yeah. The guy sticks his penis into the girl's vagina. Kinda gross if you ask me." Right! But the girl need to 'get wet'. Its for lube. It happens when. His excitement was not hidden at all. She started by kissing me and fondling my tits. She slowly began to unbutton my blouse, then my bra and began to softly suck my nipples. My pussy was soaking wet at this point. I have never been touched like this by another woman before and I was liking it. She slid my shorts and thong off and onto the floor. She dove into my completely shaved pussy. She spread me with her fingers and licked my juices as my clit began to harden. She lapped my pussy.