"DeeDee, she's right about one thing. Boys don't need breasts. But I'm a boy and if she's right, that's what's happening." DeeDee looked at me with sy...pathy in her eyes."Erin, I know that. We need to do some research and find out what could be causing this. But until we find out, you need to take care of them." She pointed at my chest "And keep them hidden or Mom is going to have you hauled off to the hospital." She paused. "And both of you need to keep what we did a secret, cause we're not. I knew it was a longshot, but I had to try. If it was Mary, what would I do? Would I confront her? Accuse her of having me imprisoned? I couldn't bring myself to believe that she would do such a thing deliberately. That just wasn't who she was.Maybe it wasn't Mary. Maybe it was someone else. They say everyone has a double, but ... I didn't really think that. It had to be her. She was alive and living somewhere nearby, I assumed. Mary Simpson was alive and, if I could find her, I could find out. I lean back and recline in my chair; eyes closed my hips rise and feel the pressure of your engorged cock. You rub against my mound and grind a slow rhythmic ministration. My mind reacts to the thought and tricks my body into feeling the pressure of you leaning into my body. Both of my hands fly to my crotch, my thumbs pulling my lips apart my middle finger reaches downward pulling the hood of my clit back and exposing my little gem. I reach over and grab my vibe, turn it on low and rest it. I kept watching as the two black brothers fucked my wife from both ends. It was only a short time later that, despite all the cock in her, I could tell my wife was having a big orgasm. This seemed to bring a pleasant response from Damon as he started pumping her ass full of his juice. I remained frozen and unable to turn away as he pulled his softening cock from my wife's ass. The sight of my wife's ass spread obscenely loose and leaking what looked like slightly brownish cum caused me to spew.