"Can I ask you why you wore the breast prosthetics just to diddle mynipples?" I asked finally."They make me feel sexy," she whispered."You're always s...xy," I replied."I know you feel that way, but with you exploring femininity, I wasfeeling a little insecure about it. I wanted to feel ... " Like more of a woman than me," I said, finishing her thought."Yeah," she replied. "I want to share all this with you, and I want toexperiment with my own sexuality, but I want to keep some control. So. Boy1 hand was reaching all corners of my ass hole while boy 2 was sucking and licking my cunt. Boy 2 was fucking my pussy harder with his 10” cock. He had a very stiff hard cock like an iron rod. He was biting my neck and my cheeks and lips like a wild a****l. I was shouting and moaning in pain.Me: Aaaaaaahhh fuck my cunt harder and made me squirt again.Boy 2 got me under him and was fucking my ass hard; Boy 1 was fucking my pussy in a missionary position.I felt like a real slut that day with. ”Then underneath the initial message was a series of comments, each in a different handwriting.“Be at peace! Walk with God! --- Samuel, son of Elijah.”“God loves you! God will forgive you in His own way! --- Prudence, wife of Samuel.”“May God have mercy on your souls! --- Charity, second wife of Ezekiel.”“May God bless you, every one of you! --- Constance, first wife of Ezekiel.”Abigail gasped when she read the words of Constance. She wondered how Constance’s words came to be written and buried. You’re nice to them, and to me.”“How… did you get…”“Boobs? I guess I could have gotten implants, but I started hormone treatments. That gave me boobs and did other things too.”“What kind of other things?”“I have less body hair, nicer hair on my head, and it made my skin softer and even changed the shape of my body – making my hips bigger and my waist smaller. It makes me look more like the woman I am.”“Curt was saying he wished I had boobs.”“How do you feel about that? If you do that, it should.