My hands were fondling a pair oflush, firm orbs; I could feel their engorged tips swellingagainst my fingers. How could I have missed them before?! Is...ould have noticed while I was putting on the bra, easingmyself into the cups and re-adjusting the shoulder straps.It wasn't the kind of thing a teenaged boy could ignore -even a cross-dresser like myself. Breasts don't grow ontrees, and they certainly don't bloom on pubescent males,no matter how effeminate they happen to be. My head wasreeling in. Because of that, she wanted to have kids badly when we met, so I made the decision to get the vasectomy I got when I was with Lyndall reversed, so we could try having kids. We've been trying to have kids for about a year, but haven't had a whole lot of luck. I've wondered to myself if perhaps I just have a bad seed, and I'm not meant to have kids. Whatever it is, it was frustrating me. I had kept in touch with Krystal and Mark, who actually moved into our neighborhood and popped by almost. Instead, the only thing I found in there besides the makeup and some condoms was a pack of cigarettes. I hated cigarettes, but the taste of that stuff still in my mouth was enough motive for me to start smoking, hoping that the taste of the cigarette would kill off the taste of the guy. I carefully put the cigarette in my mouth, then lit it with the lighter, and sucked in. I choked for a few seconds, but took another puff, wanting to deaden my taste buds. I found that it wasn't quite as bad as. “OK I'll text you later,” she said blowing me a kiss after. I smiled and left the shop quickly heading to my car I stumbled with the keys in the lock. Finally getting the door open I took off fast from the parking lot. Getting home I sat in my car with my head pressed hard into my head rest thinking about 'how close we were from getting caught by her mother and did she see anything.' Trying to forget about it I went inside in a daze just heading straight to my room and grabbing come clean.