I walk over to my closet mirror to admire myself and check if everything looks okay, and I decide that I need boobs. I go through my drawers and do no... find anything that I want to use, then remember that we have water balloons in the kitchen junk drawer. I go to the sink and fill the balloons halfway full, deciding that they will be big enough, and stuff them into the corset's breast cups. I bounce up and down and giggle because it looks and feels cool. My cock is getting hard again but it is. ??As you wish.?***************The night’s worth of rest wasn’t nearly enough. Every time I moved the scorched flesh inside me flared angrily and forced me to cry out again. I had never imagined that torture could be so painful and so invasive. At times it was the utter helplessness that drove me to scream as my limbs were slowly ripped apart and my sensitive cock was made to throb harder than it ever had.When she had turned her touch to a gentle one in an effort to make me cum I wanted. And tomorrow she and her mother were going to Boston to see her mother’s gynecologist—though she had told Peter she was just going shopping—so they wouldn’t be able to see each other then either. Monday they would be beginning their summer jobs, and didn’t know what their schedules would be: both would be working nights sometimes and their days off would change from week to week. Oh well, thought Jane, sighing to herself, we’ll find time. She steadfastly refused to think about the fact that. ..Touched each other one time at the pool locker rooms... I kinda liked it I guess and I've tried it..."I blushed and felt my dick rising past my stomach."Can I, uhm, see your pussy?" I asked tentatively."Only if I get to touch your thingy." Cock." Yeah, that." Okay, but I wanna go first." No way!" Christmas said angrily."You got to see my cock this whole time, that's totally not fair!" Oh fine!" she pouted and reached down, starting to push her skirt down."Let me do that." Ugh, fine." I.