We grew more friendly. After his English school classes we would meet up and head to the beach. Once there we’d spend the afternoon checking out the...girls and laughing about our inability to do more than lust from afar. Sometimes when we were changing into shorts behind towels I would look over and try to catch a glimpse of his bum. It was firm and...well it was I suppose a little bit sexy and at night my dreams went from feeling his cock in my hand to the touch of it elsewhere. In my mouth. Or. Alexandra knows what you really want and she gives it to you. And even though you may not want to admit it, you love it when she defiles you."Catherine hung her head, unable to look her friend in the eye."Am ... am I really just a whore?" In one sense yes, in another sense, not at all. You love the sex with Alexandra and even now you can't stay away. You do whatever she wants as long as she'll screw you. So are you a whore? A whore for sex, definitely, but certainly not in the conventional. I don'tknow how that makes any sense, because I've only been this person forabout fifteen minutes, but that's how it happened to the me that I amsuddenly becoming. They felt big at the time, those first implants. Mytits were already a decent size to begin with. Awesome, amazing,beautiful C cups with nice, proportional, round perky nipples that pokedthrough my shirt and got me loads of attention. I had the doctor stuffas much saline in me as he could fit. I had to fuck him repeatedly toconvince. She finally relented and said that she would like to taste me. "Well, go ahead, its waiting for you" I replied. "My s*s-in-law glanced around the room, "Here?" "Yes here, and right now".She got down on her knees, and slowly wrapped her hands around the base, her face just inches away. It took a minute or so of gentle stroking on her part to build up the courage to lick my rock hard meat but she eventually did. With short strokes of her tongue she started to explore my shaft. Licking up and down.