His powder blue silk shirt was open half-way down his chest and his jeans were white. “No.” She said plainly, careful not to be as offensive as s...he felt like being. “Just enjoying a drink.” “You should come.” The young man flashed his best smile at her. “You look great and I’m sure you dance. I’d like to dance with you.” It was hard to do anything but stereotype the boy – on vacation, out to meet an older woman who would be “grateful” to spend the night in the company of such a young and. Thanks to the benefits of military grade nanomeds, save a few worry lines around the eyes, she didn't look much older than the day she had reported for duty, fifty-five years ago. She was no longer the starry-eyed teen who had dreamed of piloting a space fighter in glorious combat, however. The glamour had worn off that dream even before she finished sim training.Now, she had lost too many friends and comrades to think of her job as glorious or romantic. Still she took pride in what she had. I need to get her over the edge. I look closely as I smash into her over and over. She keeps glancing at her mother’s crotch. Then tries to make out with Leslie’s unconscious mouth. She’s so infatuated with women. But needs her daddy’s hard cock to ram her hard at the same time. The little deviant. So I reach down and plunge my finger into Leslie’s sloppy cunt beneath her, digging around and scooping up plenty of mucusy grool. The I pull it out and lean forward, fish-hooking the finger into. I think I could've gotten away with it, but it would've been really painful. Nurse Rafter will be in later on to rub some lotion on your breasts and to show you how to take care of them later on. The lotion is to help the skin which has been stretched out." "So, how long before I can get up and start moving about?" "I'd say tomorrow at the earliest. A lot of it will depend on how much the swelling goes down and how the incisions are healing. Until then, just sit back and relax. Now if.