Later in her Mercedes I often had a hidden side glance on Julia whose breasts made shady curves in the half darkness of the cars inner room. She was s...till wearing her business outfit, a black skirt and jacket, a white blouse, black stockings - which in truth was a pantyhose like I realized later - and her small feet plugged in black polished Heels.She looked tired when she turned her head to me to ask me a question I cannot remember now. She had been working all day, there was some trouble at. Then, at seventeen: a miracle. Who knows what it was, but somewhere between chemo, radiation, vitamins, hormones, and one last marrow transplant – I got better. You have to understand – I was five-foot-one and weighed eighty-five pounds. I had no hair. I had no fat. It hurt to stand up straight. I was a troll. I had no idea what health even meant. I had no idea what an appetite even meant. In the next year I grew more than four inches and gained twenty-five pounds. I didn’t know who I was. Looking over toward the crowd, she tried to find a familiar face. They were no longer silently staring but were engaged in an animated conversation. The group of men – clothed in flannel shirts or coats, blue jeans and work boots, were all older than Ana – most in their 60s. She looked down at her feet and was sorry now that she didn’t buy work boots. But, shiny new work boots might be worse than the aged, paint-stained athletic shoes she was wearing. At least they were comfortable, and she. As I pumped my hips up and down my hole opened a little more allowing the tip of the hard vibrator to enter a little bit more. I pushed on the end of it until it started to slide in slowly and tried to relax my sphincter until the dildo slid right in!The pain was incredible and I immediately stopped pushing and twisting it and was about to pull it out when I decided to wait to see if the pain would subside. Within a couple of minutes the pain was replaced by a burning sensation so I pushed it.