Bei dem Haus angekommen, ein relativ neues, eher schlichtes Backsteinhaus, klingelten sie und kurz darauf wurde ihnen geöffnet. In der Tür stand ein...e junge Frau in einem weiten T-Shirt und einer verwaschenen Jogginghose. Erst misstrauisch, dann wurde sie sehr wach, als sie die beiden Polizisten vor ihrer Tür sah. Zwischen denen ihr Mann aufrecht gehalten wurde.„Oh Gott“ rief sie leise, „ist Frank was passiert?“„Nichts, was nicht durch den Konsum von diversen Korn erklärt werden kann,“ meinte. Moving them up to her unencumbered breasts, she squeezed the palms against her already hardening nipples."You wish you had tits like these too, don't you?" she whispered.Denise gently fondled her friend for a moment before releasing her grip. Walking back around, she hugged Jill again nuzzling her on the neck. "Thank you for helping me get through everything the last two years," she murmured, "if it wasn't for you two, I don't know that I would have ever gone out with a guy again."Jill held her. With the way our bodies are so malleable now, there was no pain at all. Just an intense feeling of being stretched to accept you into my body. It felt incredibly intimate when you were fully inside me, and I was hypersensitive to every throb of your cock.”“Well I thought you were incredible,” John told her appreciatively. “Thanks for being brave enough to give that a try.”“Any time!” she promised him with an excited gleam in her eyes.They shared a happy grin, and then everyone settled down. The gloves and the peaked caps of the Ladies, made out of black leather were lying on the table. Small sinister silver death’s heads were looking at him from the cockades. His throat was dry. He tried to swallow. The sense was painful. His mother was sitting beside the table and was looking nervous and depressed. Her hands were creasing her handkerchief. She was looking now at his son, now at the Women visitors. He stepped one step forward and stopped in indecision. The Women glanced at each.