She was incredibly tight, he left just his one finger in her so he could feel her orgasm. Their tongues danced and he soon learned that she liked it w...en he sucked her bottom or upper lip. He bit it then sucked it into his mouth. Her hips were rotating a little on his finger. He wanted her to cum that second, so he shoved his first finger in her tunnel too and pressed his thumb onto her clit.“Sean!” she moaned, all but collapsing against him with she climaxed on his fingers.He pulled his. "She seemed stunned. She sat down on my lap and looked at me for a moment. She then sat there and stared into space for about thirty seconds."Can't they correct it?" she finally asked."They can fake it. But no, it can't be fixed," I told her. "Like I said, I haven't told anyone about this. Right now, you are the only person except my parents and brother who know the entire story. It's why I haven't had a relationship since..." I stopped speaking.She just sat there, apparently absorbing the new. . Either the young womenhad grown, or... no, my hands were smaller. Delicate. Beautiful.Feminine. The panic returned, stronger than ever. The weight on my chestwas impossible to ignore... returning my attention there, I was startledto see that where just a few minutes ago had been a harry, slightlyoverweight young man's pectorals, there were now two, perfect, beautifulC cups. The older woman was now massaging underneath them, gently pulling themout, shaping them into perfect teardrops. With. We discussed what was a turn on for me, and I told her nice lingerie for one and various other things that she had in abundance. We parted company after lunch, and I felt better for having said these things to her because I still fancied her terribly and thought that maybe, just maybe, she might still buckle and see it my way. That night, she called my wife and they spoke for ages about a pending trip planned with all of us for my birthday weekend. When she had finished, my wife told me that.