She was wearing an olive green pure cotton sari with fabulous hand works all along the borders. As always she had put on a perfectly matching blouse o...f a rather thin fabric clearly revealing her dark bra underneath. Although it was one among her favorite combination, she had begun to feel a slight discomfort recently. The blouse felt very tight on her chest giving more pressure on her young breasts held precariously inside her bra. The gentle drizzling since morning had slightly drenched her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I queried."YES! Yes, Miranda. I have fantasized about being with another woman sexually for so long now. I am very eager to experience this." As if to emphasize her point, she kissed my lips passionatly and stuck her hand under my white t-shirt. I realized that this was the first time she had felt another woman up."Do you like feeling my breasts, Rosalita?" I asked, breathing hard as she burshed my nipple through my black lacy bra."Yes, I want to feel skin.". I lost track of how long Rick’s big Black cock was shooting in me but when he finally started to pull out of me instead of getting off me he got onto my back with his knees pinning my arms down. I had no clue what Rick ment when he said “go on get in there” till I felt another person get on the bed and another huge cock rammed up my already well fucked hole.Rick stopped talking to me and only spoke to whoever it was that was fucking me, and I wasn’t told his name and I didn’t care all I wanted. The brain damage Tommy suffered was permanent and irrevocable. For a few months after his discharge, Giles’s prognosis held true, as Tommy often had memory lapses. That was one reason the Frickes wrote his duties out for him each morning.Tommy’s brain however, did not sit idly by while all this was going on. Instead, it created new memory pathways and established easily accessible nexuses to store incoming data. His brain could not repair itself, but it could adapt to make up for what had been.