I was wearing what Nick calls my 'off-duty uniform'; navy-blue t-shirt, jeans and sunglasses. Exactly the same as the rest of them, in other words ......except my jeans were a bit tighter. The t-shirt too, if we're being honest. God made me 5'3" with C-cups, and if you can't hide 'em then you might as well flaunt 'em. All the guys had sunglasses too so I couldn't see their eyes, but sometimes you don't need to see to know where they're looking. And I don't mind that; it can be creepy when a guy. The Red Cross came to our immediate aid, and being a business man, if a not very successful one, Dad had always paid the insurance premiums. When we got the insurance money we moved far away, to one of the new suburbs which had sprung up around the city.We bought a small, solid house with a front and back yard. I got a dog, and the start of a new life. But it was hard to leave the old one behind. I was the new kid in a new high school. I didn’t know anyone, and my attitude and swagger didn’t. " Don hadn't heard Cindy come in, and relized that he hadn't heard from Sam for a while. As Cindy came in, wearing a black leather catsuit and lifelike strap-on dildo Don was caught off guard by the beauty of the view. Cindy walked slowly straight towards Don's head, all the while the dildo bouncing infront of her getting closer and closer. Then all of the sudden Don notices, its not a Dildo at all, the flesh colored plastic is actual flesh. As the cock slides into Don's mouth he loses his last. She untied it and it fell off her. "Fuck me, those breasts are amazing," I mumbled. "And they are real too, would you like to feel them?" Before my I could even move an inch, her hands seized my wrists and brought them over to her huge hooters. "Damn, they are delicate," I moaned, caressing the tops of them. "I know, I feel them every single day and I think about having you lick whip cream off them." My head just leaned up slightly and my eyelids drifted down too. I fancied myself with her.