Lochel, or rather Director Teroncia was sitting at the desk looking over some papers and didn’t seem to notice our arrival. Our escorting Guards sto...od outside but the lead Guard entered the room ahead of us. We all lined up in front of the desk and waited, not knowing what would happen next. ‘The prisoners you requested Director.’ The lead Guard said in a dry tone, with just a hint of pride in her voice while she stood at attention tall and proud. ‘Thank you, but they’re not prisoners.’ Lochel. It’s a different kind of love. A more sister-like love.’ And talking about her sister, the door eased open and Amna entered the bedroom. It was early morning and the girl had just returned from an exhausting evening out with Fluff in a nightclub, buoyed up by narcotics, music and company. She was still buzzing with energy, desperate for more conversation, as she burst into the bedroom, naked as always, her breasts still unnaturally perky and a shadow spreading over a crotch that hadn’t needed. No good muscle definition, no natural strength, no good tanning skin, and I had acne that never had stopped. Again, it wasnt highly prevalent, but I always seemed to have on pimple or blemish where you didnt want them. Everything had been like that. I wasnt terrible at sports, just subpar, and my dick wasnt tiny, just subpar. I believe I maxed out at just under 6 and a half inches, but it was kinda skinny, and the extra weight I had gained over the last 30 years had mercilessly taken an inch. "What are you doing here? How are you?"She stepped into me, wound her arms around my neck and gave me a full on, mouth filling kiss with her tongue. If I had momentarily forgotten her face I certainly remembered her kissing ability.I got back my breath, and she sat down next to me and we caught up on what had been happening to each other.Debbie had gone to Imperial College, London, reading Chemistry and Biology, and was now a Dietician at Salisbury Royal Infirmary. She still kept in touch with.