On the other hand, as much as they were the reminder that I wasnt a man, they also were the source of my growing pride. For a day or two I wouldnt loo... in the mirror, but then I just faced myself. My tits were fantastic. They were firm and so round. Standing in front of the mirror they barely sagged at all, and with just a little cold air or slight manipulation of my clit they protruded and hardened wonderfully. I loved they way they felt in my hands, and it was hard to get over how small my. She lightly kissed my ear and continued reading.“So, the guy in the story approaches the girl while she is picking out melons. He holds up a melon and asks her how you can tell if a melon is fresh while staring down at her breasts. Oh, like that would ever work.” She adds doubtfully. Linda now has her arms wrapped around my neck and is running the fingers of one hand through my hair. I can feel her breasts press into my upper back.“Hey you’re here.” I remind her, “And it works for the guy. Boy that would really humiliate me!Instead I was relishing the dreamy feel of the masculine hand on my bottom actually pressing my bottom up in the air to meet his stingy spanks.Unknown to my dear Santa I was spinning a web and he was being reeled into the silky bonds where I could derail his spanking and replace it with a passionate love session. Soon I would be winning a bout of another kind in the bedroom!Spank! Splat! To my bottom, “Spank”, a none to gentle spank across my ass crack.Spank!. Sarah pulled her top off, dropped her skirt to the floor, and jumped in naked straight into the pool. I sat and watched her do her lengths admiring her very trim body, until the urge to jump in got to me. I removed my dress, dropped my panties and walked slowly down the steps into the pool. The water was warmer than I had expected, I joined Sarah on her training lengths although she is a lot better swimmer than I am, she slowed down to allow me to keep up with her. We left the pool; Sarah.