Chapter 11
by 
Blazblue44
Does Georgia remember her new toy?
Nope!
As much as Georgia struggled to remember, the item in question never popped up in mind again. It just wouldn't return to her no matter how hard she tried to figure it out. With a shrug, she decided to forget about it entirely. If she can't remember it, it must not have been that important, right? Leaning back in her seat, she decided to just relax and maybe even doze off.
As for Texas, she was on the verge of puking up her lunch. Most people would dream of being stuck between a pair of breasts as large as Georgia's, but for Texas, it was an utter nightmare. The scent of sweat and unwashed musk was thick and entering every hole in her body that had to take in air of her rancid body odor.
With nothing to do at the time (and no doll that she couldn't remember), what will Georgia do next?