She was bouncing in Santa’s lap and her breasts were bouncing in opposite directions. Flesh was moving all around. Santa reached out and grabbed Eva...��s left breast causing her to stop bouncing. He squeezed her breast and the nipple popped out and sprayed a little milk on his hand. Eva giggled and picked up the right breast and fed it to Santa making sure some milk squirted in his mouth. “Here is the milk and I am your cookies Santa. Enjoy!” She moaned huskily. Santa is his fashion said, “Ho Ho. He didn't need to ask Amy, didn't even need to look at her, to know that she felt the same, because she was standing next to him, in the arc of his arm, just the same way the Stanfords were standing as they looked down at their daughter, smiling down at the infant at her breast, knowing their love had become something tangible and real: a child.The second party was much the same, but better in a lot of ways, because both Sam and Amy knew a lot more of the people there. It was one thing to. I stroked my nipples andbecame even more aroused. Reason told me that I could not continue topretend to be a man, whatever my emotions said, and my best option wasto accept my changes and live with them, however galling that might be.The other proposals didn't bear thinking about. By daybreak I had madeup my mind that I would accept my fate as a woman. The only thing stillworrying me was that my decision was influenced by hypnotic suggestion.When I went to Dr. Wilson's office the next morning I. One hand on her throat and one on her tits, I start squeezing her tit, when I hear her say, "Fuck my cunt baby, I've been a bad girl, you need to punish me for making you angry." I had slapped her, making her shut her whore mouth. "Mmmm baby. Fuck your anger out, and cum inside of my tight hole," she said in half a moan. "Fuck you, you little whore!" I say to her as I slap her again. I stopped fucking her, and grabbed her waist a flipped her over into doggy. I rubbed her ass and gave her.