“Stop hiding yourself, Sierra,” Eleanor whispers, her face brushing cheek-to-cheek against me, “stop denying what you really want.”Eleanor’s... hands move from my hips, and push beneath my skirt. Her fingers grasp the fat of my backside and spread me wide open. I’m too enamored in her trance to react, too trapped in her comfort to deny her. Touch me, Eleanor; touch me on the inside. “Do you understand what I’m asking?” Eleanor whispers, her lips so close to mine. She holds me open with one hand,. Olivia James was worth looking at.She was in that 'just right' range. In her late twenty's so she was old enough without being too old, but young enough without being too young. At 5'3" or so, she was tall enough and she was round enough above and below the waist. Her complexion was faintly rosy match for the faintly rosy undertones of her shoulder-length curls. All in all, Helen would have no complaints about waking up next to Olivia any day of the week.Olivia smiled at Helen. Helen smiled at. ..''and it went in, making me squeal like a kittyfrank on his knees moving to my side as he push the toy deepand left it inside vibrating up , stretching my small hole , the bikini bottom put back string on the toyfrank moving to my side his bbc hitting my lipse as he turn my head around , face down on the mattress to the sidefrank bbc hitting my lipse and face as i get ass rybbed by him''dont be shy, suck my cock , you want to try''watching at my mouth open a little , his big head helping. My soft fluffy pink slippers and my warmpink robe kept me warm as I strolled down the hallways. Of course I waswearing my satiny, salmon pink sleep cap too to keep my head warm.I couldn't wait to get back to my magazines and finished my stroll early.Today was another big day with me getting off my IV and going on real food.It was kind of like real. It was like baby food, all strained, but it didhave the taste of real food. I ate pees, chicken and gravy and for desert,apples and cherries. Of.