I remember when they got married, six or seven years ago now. I was just a kid then and my mom made me be part of his groomsmen. I had to dance with m...y cousin, (not her’s, another sister, Aunt Jane’s.) I hated it. She, my cousin, was taller than me and a couple years older.“So Ricky, or do you prefer Rick now?” she grins.I shrug, take another drink, now half gone, “Either.” I don’t tell her but actually prefer Rick. Sounds more grown-up.“So Rick, how’s school? You’re a Junior?” she seems to. .." I say, quietly. "He said, 'dance for me, like you had before,' and as crazy as it seems, I wanted to listen. So I closed my door and as if my body was possessed, I started dancing. I danced like I never had before. The more I danced, the more he became visible to me." "What else?" "When the song was over, he walked toward me. Smiling. He was the most beautiful person I had ever seen..." He comes over to me and touches my hand. I close my eyes and sigh. "Were you not scared?" "Of course I. By lunch Veronica's torso was properly located via Juno's neck to Juno's body. The attachment allowed all the graceful flexibility of a horse's neck to give Veronica and Juno full mobility. The afternoon was spent primarily with my microsurgical work as we virtually 'rewired' the whole of Veronica's lower torso and thigh stumps to be interconnected with Juno's forelimbs.Juno's sexual sensory nerves were interspliced with Veronica's so that both could enjoy either forms of intercourse separately. My heavy milky breasts were heaving inside a lacy black brassiere. Dr hefted them in both hands and started to knead it lightly. I sighed and hugged him tightly.His hands roamed all over my back and unhooked my brassiere. He pulled it aside and threw it out. Then he eased me against the wall and started to kiss my full breasts and their rose colored nipples.His one hands was between my legs pressing my pussy lips through my shalwar. I cried out loud and pulled his shirt free and discarded it..