The Greatest Lie Part 18

The Department of Homeland Security had searched her home, intercepted her email and phone calls, confiscated her computer and interrogated and spied on her friends and family. Alexandra is a girl without a country. But as Alessandra, she can come home. She will be a visiting alien, and, but for her employer, the Los Angeles Galaxy Soccer team, all alone in a foreign land. But Alessandra is a girl who knows well how to find a sponsor.

I jolted awake from my Ambien-induced reverie and took off my Chanel shades. I grappled the depths of my Chanel bag and found my mirror. I glossed my lips and moisturized my cheeks. My high-altitude pallor softened. I admired Alessandra's resculpted nose, narrower and straighter than Alexandra's Hispanic hook. I fluffed back my platinum, shoulder-length hair and refreshed my eyeliner. My eyes shimmered like a tropical sea through my colored contacts. Alexandra's 375 cc saline implants had become Alessandra's Maxtor 400 cc high-profile round-textured silicone boobs, gravity-defying, cantilevered teardrops, but soft as gummy bears.

I love my new boobs. The larger, more contoured implants necessitated nipple realignment procedure. The aftermath had hurt like hell, but when healed, my areoles were more even intensely sensitive. They are large and malleable, so they can encircle even the biggest cocks in a perfect boobfuck tunnel. And I love cock play on my breasts. The flicking of a cockhead over my well lubricated nipples is enough to bring me to my own orgasm, especially when a guy shoots cum over my breasts. At the moment, my boobs hadn't been fondled for hours, and they were itchy from inattention.

"We're on weather hold for Los Angeles. Our on time arrival has been revised to 8:20 p.m. Sorry, folks; there are fires all around the LA basin and no one is getting in right now."

I feel that warm glow of an attentive male gaze. I looked over at my neighbor.

"Ah, she awakens at last. Do you want your cookie? I saved it for you."