My long blonde hair compliments my blue eyes. My friend, Monica is five feet five inches tall. Her hair is a darker blonde than mine. She has blue ey...es that I swear, sparkle all the time. We have been best friends since junior high school. Graduating from high school, we went to different colleges. I went to school in Arizona, Monica attended school in Florida. There were many texts, emails and phone calls when we were not back home for holidays. During summer break, we got together every. " I wrap my arms around him and pull him tight to me. He hugs me back and I kiss his cheek. "Thank you, George," I say and he walks away. I walk down the hall of the third floor towards Damien's room. I made Shane take Lara home, so now I'm alone. I poke my head through the gap of the door and see a nurse writing in his chart. She looks up at me and see the blood on my clothes and shins. "You can come in and sit down if you'd like, and there's also a bathroom in there you can use to clean up,". . I'm not that hungry, anyway. I think I'll make myself a bowl of cereal. But I still have all those questions." Tell you what ... how would you like it if I came back tomorrow morning ... say around eight thirty? That way, we'll have lots of time to answer those questions and we'll talk more about that doctor."That evening, after rinsing off her cereal bowl, she sat and watched PBS – there was a concert with Kitaro that evening and Sherlock Holmes was always good. By nine thirty, she was. They were carrying something in their hands and when they came closer, the somethings were revealed to be feathers and soft brushes.Catlin had a pretty good idea what to expect, and found she was right as James used a soft camel hair brush to tickle her nipples and Thomas ran the edge of a feather up her open pussy lips. She could see the other women being tickled, usually on their sexual parts, by the other lords and ladies. For the next fifteen minutes the six men along with Linda and Anne.