..”“Well you thought wrong! ... Look, it doesn’t matter now anyway, let’s just go home, I’m tired. We can talk about this tomorrow”. Jake ...didn’t say anything. There was nothing he could say, he felt so ashamed. They headed out of the hospital in silence. The bus journey back to the neighbourhood where the two young men lived was like torture. They went the whole way without saying a single word to one another. It wasn’t that they didn’t have anything to talk about; they clearly had a number of. I took her clit between my lips and sucked it. ‘Don’t stop’- I heard. GOD! Was that a dream? It better not. I did not remove my mouth and keep doing it. Though I wanted to look at her expressions but my ultimate aim at that time was to give her what she needed. I moved my finger on her back and I found her anal opening. I was touching it to give her tickling. My fingers were moving from her anal opening to her vaginal opening. But my mouth was on her clit only. I began running my tongue all. Her pussy dripped as she measured the length and thickness of their manhood , running a hand over the impressive bulges and giving the shafts a healthy squeeze. By her estimation, all were bigger than her husband's, the smallest seemed to be at least seven inches and quite thick. The largest, a ten inch cobra, pulsing and ready to strike. Enough with the teasing, Ava told herself. Her mouth watered as she revealed three beautiful, young cocks to her hungry eyes. She began with Jason, the reason. I've been doing more than just the plastic surgery over the last year and a half. I've let my hair grow out, been on a pretty strict diet and exercise program, been taking make-up lessons, and getting my wardrobe together. It was a little difficult at first, embarrassing.That's where Cindy comes in to the story. For lack of a better term, she's my project manager. Cindy has been finding everyone and everything I need to pull this off. She set up my private make up lessons, brought in designers.