The seventh day we are so week we sometimes have to stay in bed.The contact made amateur us both groan in hunger.I better go and see if Big Boobs the cow needs to pee again.Still, day-by-day, our dream comes closer to fruition.Immediately after that threesome, though, I had a class with Mr. Avery.I knew I was in for blonde a treat.So as a masturbation punishment you’ll spend this whole day as my dog.Ahhhh noooo you can put it back, but first I Hairy want you to lick your hand real good for Daddy.The size of her ass was beyond enormous, it was obscene.Laura blushed. I have amateur faith, she whispered.Chapter 31The days melted into weeks and the weeks flowed into months as winter searched for spring. For the first couple dozen wake-ups, I started each morning with the unreal feeling that I was at the bottom of a rabbit hole. By the end of the second month, the sense of strangeness decreased, and I was able to open my eyes without breaking into a cold sweat. I was still on the wrong side of the looking glass, but Wonderland had become my home.I didn't make a journey to Liberty Mountain to search out a place to hunker down and wait for the Big Boobs world to end. I'd never been a prepper and thought the Sisterhood's obsession with survivalism and their belief in the coming apocalypse to be a weird blonde way to spend a life. My boss is a brilliant woman; too bad she is wasting her life up here in the mountains, I said to Darlene one morning over a cup of coffee. What do you Hairy mean, 'wasted'? Darlene paused mid-sip and frowned at me. You know, wasted, as in unproductive. Sheila's got so much talent, 'tis a pity she's throwing it all away, I noted between sips of Colombian nectar. Why? Would it be better if we worked in underground missile silos waiting for the masturbation command to exterminate all life?