” The classroom’s whiteboard cleared and displayed the numbers.“When was that done?” she asked, looking at the figures. “I don’t remember ...anything like a CAP test. I’m too young anyway.”“The CAP estimate was done in medical shortly after arrival,” the AI told her. “This is not a full CAP test and only gives estimates for future guidance.”Looking at the numbers, Craig thought that if Nichelle had ever had an estimate it would have looked something like Haneet’s. She wouldn’t make sponsor at. I don't know why I got so angry at HER."I loved her before she bleached her hair," I spat. "And I was the one who bought her those boobs." Her only response was a burst of laughter so musical that it stopped me in my tracks."What's so funny?" I asked. "I was telling the truth." I know you were, Honey," she said. "But my dumb-assed ex has no idea that his dream woman is mostly plastic. It's probably going to take a lot of your money to keep her looking like that."I shook my head. It all seemed. "Yes, exactly!" Jennifer smiled, and I realized yet again what a grade-Aimbecile I was. She was still under my magic influence; I'd just commandedher to make love to me; and now I couldn't even stop myself from sashayingover to our heated waterbed.On the plus side, though, now at least I *wanted* to be fucked. With everystep, I felt myself getting warmer, wetter and more aroused. Lacking allresistance, I flopped onto the bed and threw myself into my lover's waitingarms.Let me tell you, lesbian. She wasted no time in getting her cock in place as I easily fit my breasts around her dick and let her start the pace. She pumped furiously and had a look on her face that made it seem like she was going to lose control. I wasn’t wrong. As she continued to pump I watched her face but was quickly distracted by a steaming warm sensation on my chin. I tilted my head to look down between my breasts as I watched her blow her load. She was still pumping and I was still holding my breasts in place. I.