‘How much do you think we will make for the clothes?’ ‘Hell, I don’t know. Normally I’d sell an old jacket or sweater I’d find around, but... these are like new, certainly they’d bring in more money.’ ‘What will we do with the money?’ Marianne asked, biting into her pizza. ‘I have an idea here, if we make enough, say forty dollars or so, why don’t we get a hotel room for the night?’ ‘But that will cost a lot.’ ‘No, no,’ Albert replied, ‘I know a place that will rent a room with a bed and a. Beth sat up as she pulled her fingers from Mary's pussy. She smiled to herself as she sucked Mary's nectar from her fingers. Weak, Mary slowly turned over. Her face flush, and catching her breath. Mary looked up at Beth as asking for approval. Laying down over her, Beth kissed Mary's cheeks and lips. Wrapping her arms and legs around Beth, Mary squeezed tightly, as to keep her from leaving. They lay as one coated in sweat kissing and probing each others mouths with their tongues. Beth ground. They were extremely tender once the injections were finished as my lipshad been when I woke up from the procedures the week before. To my horror,and dread, the doctor injected more fat into my breasts, this time inseveral places, presumably to make them a better shape, then a bra withplastic cups to keep the rounded shape of my now large breasts was fixedin place. I sucked on the penis gag in my mouth trying not to drool downmy sore and swollen chest.Further injections were done into my. We never talked about our sex lives with each other. It was always just gossip about who liked who and what trouble we were in with mom and dad and other family matters. ‘I lost it on my eighteenth birthday,’ she said. ‘To who?’ ‘I don’t think you should know that.’ ‘Aw, c’mon. I wiped your pussy after you pissed. I didn’t want to do that, but I did it. You owe me,’ I replied. ‘Well, I remember it very clearly. Emily and I still talk about it all the time. You weren’t home for some reason. I.