We made good use of them when we made love boy-girl style for the first time that weekend.It was mid-November when my breasts started to ache and itch... The doctor decided that the breast forms had to come off, so I would up in the hospital over thanksgiving. When I woke up I was wearing a thick, soft bra and quite a bit gauze. Mom, Dad, and Tina were there. I was still feeling the anesthetic, but managed to point to the bra. "...at do I need this for? Din da the surgery work?"Mom was smiling.. Don't y'all love Sam? All the elements are in place for my magical night. Smiling, I realize I have been craving this all day long. My hands can't resist my voluptuous mounds. Massaging. Rubbing. Squeezing. I am a handful, you know - a soft, fleshy handful. Feels soooo good. I reach for my washcloth and slide it up and down my arms, then across my tummy, over my mound to my inner thighs, careful not to touch my sensitive spot just yet. Raising each leg in turn, I wash from my upper thighs down. I pushed back the covers and held out my arms to my little sister as she approached, indicating my welcoming hug to her. She shyly looked at Carol, still holding the Rocket Pocket in her hand and slid in beside me leaving her jeans in a heap on the floor. What are you doing? I asked her but before she could answer, I said to her, I thought that you were going over to a friends house for the evening. Didnt you say that? Yeah, she admitted shyly. But I started getting all excited and I began to. .how right it is.Some time went by before I actually started dressing. I can still rememberthe breathless thrill of packages arriving, the first time I walked inheels, the first time I shaved my legs, my first attempts at make-up. Butstill, I never had any desire to meet. Sure, as a fantasy, but not forreal. I'd be too scared, too self-conscious to ever actually go throughwith it. Too scared of where it might eventually lead once I did genuinelysub to another. My fantasies were dark...being.