"Die Ballons sind reichlich unbequem,und ich habe immer Angst, dass sie platzen. Besonders, wenn ich Lena vordem Bauch habe." Lena vor dem Bauch? Wies... den das? Hatte ich nie." Frau Weber hat so ein Tragetuch, da l?sst sie sich superbequem vor demBauch tragen. Und sie ist zufrieden, weil sie mich dauernd sieht." Ah, ich verstehe. Tja, mit den Br?sten, da helfen wohl nur Hormone."Das meinte sie ja wohl nicht ernst?"Das kannst du zwar machen, aber es dauert sehr lange. Du brauchstrichtige. It was a women's tee, but not overtly so.I slathered SPF 80 on my moon face (also my mom's legacy). Carla lookedout through my big long-lashed doe eyes, a characteristic of (mostly)women on my Scots-Irish dad's side.A pair of Stan Smiths completed my ensemble.I carried our cooler the quarter-mile to the picnic area, while my wifetoted a couple of folding camp chairs. We both wore Ray-Bans, floppyhats, and ponytails, hers blonde and straight, mine dark and wavy.An hour or so into festivities, I. She said, "Brian, I want you to fuck me."My dick started to get harder. "Why me?" Because I've always been afraid that a guy would hurt me. All the guys in The Program with small pricks have been too young and too embarrassed to know what they were doing and all the other guys seemed like they'd just jam it in."Sally said, "We figured you'd let her go at her own speed. We'll use lots of lube."Maria said, "I've been using vibrators to get used to it and I've worked my way up to an average penis. My head was spinning and I knew I had to hide those panties before Jill found them. About ten minutes later Bobby opened the door and walked past me (I don't think he even noticed me sitting there). Anyway I got up and went back into the bathroom locking the door behind me. When I turned around I found a second pair of Jill’s panties on the hamper right next to the purple pair. This time it was her florescent pink satin bikini panties (with spaghetti tie-stings on the side) with the ass.