John and Michelle kissed passionately.Ashanti looked over at Amy motioning for her to go join them. Amy slowly got up, as if she were hypnotized. She ...walked over and stood watching John continue to kiss Michelle."Ahem! I think Amy wants a kiss to John," Ashanti announced.Michelle broke their kiss and stepped aside giving Amy the chance to get to feel those nice full lips. Amy hesitated at first and stood staring into John's eyes. John moved to her putting his hands on her waist. "Do you want to. When her feet touched the floor, a soft whine escaped her lips and her left cheek started to twitch. I came closer, offering my hand to help her up. The palm of her small hand felt like silk, somehow inhumanly soft. Slowly, she got up, putting all her weight on her right leg. Trying to keep her left foot off the floor, she swayed, then grabbed my shoulder for support. I slid my arm around her waist, our eyes meeting for a second. “Can you put weight on your ankle?” I asked. Jessica shook her. “You’re not real!” he told her angrily. “I’m dreaming! And you’re just haunting me again!”Annoyed, she leaned forward and bit his finger as he reached for her.“I’m not real?” she asked, staring at him with astonishment. “I’ve been trying to get to you for years! I dreamed of you so much I was beginning to think that you were the one who wasn’t real!”Unable to contain himself, Jake placed his shaking hands on her, touching her all over, making sure she was really there. A strange, whimpering. The type that would automatically blend into a crowd and go unnoticed. Beulah on the other hand was very much the opposite of her daughter. She was 83, short and very heavy her skin was black as a piece of hard coal and her thinning curly hair was white as snow. She had hugh breasts that no bra could prevent from flopping down onto her round tummy. And she had a hugh, wonderfully soft ass. Like Violet she always wore old fashioned type dresses, but on her they were always seeming to strain.