It wasn't a painful feeling,in fact, it felt quite nice. Lisa often sucked my nipples during sex,just as I would suck hers. And it felt a little like....That like mynipple was being sucked gently.For the next few minutes, Lisa carefully positioned the breast form andfeathered out the edges so that in the end it was really hard to seewhere the breast form joined to my natural skin. When she was happy shetold me to put my hand on the breast form and hold it in place whilethe adhesive dried. That. She was carried to the door to Marcus's "office", the spare room he'd planned to turn into a home office, but which instead kept getting used as a dumping ground for hand-me-down furniture, unwanted gifts, old books and etc. But as they opened the door and carried her in, her breath caught in her throat in surprise. The room was now floored, wall to wall, in mattresses, the walls were tiled in mirrors and the ceiling had several of the bands' old lighting rigs mounted into the corners with a. It just felt way too good, raging guilt or not. The problem was, this poor girl had been badly traumatized by her recent gang rape. If I followed my first instincts and asked her what the FUCK she thought she was doing, she might never recover to lead a normal sex life again.I reached down and gently pulled her hand out of my underwear, bringing it slowly up to my mouth and kissing her fingertips. I knew kissing her fingertips might give her the impression I wanted to go further (Oh god, did. You want my help, go to your room and strip to your underpants. I'llget the tape measure and paper and pencil and we are going to measure you!"Mom was already gathering things so I went to my room and stripped down tojust my under wear. Sometimes it's better to go along with mom when she getsthis way.She took a lot of measurements and wrote them on the paper. Things like mywaist and chest and arms I was used to. She also measured the distance frommy waist to the floor and from my shoulders to.