Momma slowly started to massage Claire's legs, spreading them further as she worked. "You have such pretty legs," she said. "So long and easy to touch." Her hands moved back up, barely touching her pussy before they moved down again. "Everytime I think of you, I want you. I want your skin against mine, your lips on mine. I want my hands on your sweet body."<br/><br/>She brought her hands up Claire's side, her fingers teasing her breasts. "Turn over for me, sweetie. Let's get that lovely front."<br/><br/>**************<br/><br/>In his room, Josh posed in front of a mirror. He pouted, wishing that his makeup hadn't been taken away. He looked too much like a boy, he thought. He needed his lipstick. But, as part of his therapy, he wasn't allowed to do anything until a doctor came in.<br/><br/>***********<br/><br/>Waiting in her room, Katie-Jo could hear the moans and laughter from Claire's room. She was jealous that the pretty blonde got a visit before her. She could imagine what was going on. Katie-Jo had an oral fixation, and could picture Claire and any one of the doctors of Achland performing oral on each other. She maoned, squeezing her legs together as she then pictured them with her. She needed relief, and hoped it came soon.