Instantly, Marty knew. He'd seen the long reddishhair out of the corner of his eye, and now felt it tickling his back.He took a sharp breath, and felt...something move on his chest.With fear in his eyes, Marty glanced down, afraid of what he wascertain he was going to see. What he did see. His chest seemeddeflated, reduced in size. Except for two parts. The two large,brown nipples, easily an inch and a half across, topped by largenubs, and pushing outward into little cones even as he. Of course, he's got breasts. Big ones. I've never known him not to have breasts. My mom would be devastated if he ever lost 'em.? "So that's why you told me that the breast forms couldn't be your dad's?? Jack nodded. "So are you finally satisfied that I'm not keeping secrets from you?? "Not yet. I want to know why your dad stopped breast feeding you when you was nine. Did you ask him to stop?? "No, I reckon I'd still be nursing if he allowed it. I'm only truly happy when I've got my mouth. Why be sentimental about an old building? It was different for him, after all, he had grown up there and his family had lived in the building since his grandparent's day. Maria, on the other hand, had only lived there a few years."Oh well," he thought as he walked down to wait for his own train, "I'll find out tomorrow I guess."Saturday passed normally enough with Jim spending the morning playing softball in Prospect Park with some friends from the local bar. The afternoon was spent catching up. Thesecond spurt landed somewhere short of the mattress.The second crew of four entered and stood on thefiring line. Evidently, the sight of the cum from theprevious participants aroused them so much that eachcame more quickly. Their cum reached various spotsfrom my knees to my thighs.Eight more to go, I thought. I was disappointed thatmore cum wasn’t reaching my body. The third team, allwell-hung black guys, came up to the line. The firstcontestant arced his load and landed squarely on.