He didn't work on Mullen's ward. He worked for the hospital's head of security, Hank Patrick. "MacDonald threw up on my shoes." He does that a lot. He... thinks he smells rotting human flesh, and the smell makes him sick. He's hallucinating, of course, a classic symptom of paranoid schizophrenia," Mullen said. "Swabbing the sick men on this ward for DNA samples was a waste of time. None of them are capable of raping a woman, not with the meds they take every day." Well, it's done anyway. I'll go. I would have to pass Susan's room getting to mine. As I passed her door I noticed it wasn't completely closed. Stopping and peeking inside my breathing suddenly stopped. My sister was sitting on her bed naked to her waist. Gently pressed to one large breast was her baby. Her other breast was bare and sagged some from the weight of the milk inside. I saw her dark nipple extended and what looked like liquid oozing from the end.Quickly and silently I moved to my room and closed my door. By now my. My reflex movement justheld her shoulders and pressed her hard on the bed.I held her hands up and started lickingher smooth armpits I loved what I was seeing smooth and creamy armpits and thefragrance there was amazing. She hadn’t applied any deo or perfume so hernatural smell was coming from there. Oh man, I went crazy licked her like crazy! My righthand started squeezing her waist slowly. I felt her navel and inserted onefinger inside it oooooh what a lovely navel she had deep yet not plump!I. “Oh god, I’m blushing, aren’t I? I hate blushing, it makes you seem silly.”Good naturedly, she took his finger.She let go and looked out the window at nothing, really. Her own image and behind her the handsome stranger reflected in the dark glass.When she turned back, she answered.“Yes ... I would say it is bigger than average,” she admitted. But we never actually did the study, we just joked about it and would wink at each other when we shook hands with a man.”They were interrupted by the.