“This is a breast, and sees my erect nipples? Feel how soft and hard they are.” My hand was guided around the mounds that I’d only seen in pictu...es. It felt so different, so. so…well, I just couldn’t describe the difference in touch. She moved my fingers onto her nipple, and started to lightly touch them with my hand. “See what you do to me?” she said in a low voice. “I want you to come here and kiss my breasts.” I was pulled towards her, my head drawn to those luscious mounds. I started to. This girl was of good stock, she was and will forever be the kind of breed that was built for sex. She had all the neighbor next door qualities that made her above average attractive without commanding the entire room with her presence. From my trained eye, good sex stock differs from good breeding stock. This girl already at her young twenties had large heavy yet perky tits which would go to shit with lactation. A baby sucking on those would render them large unstructured sacks of milk. Also. Me, Bella and Martin had migrated into the living room, almost everyone else was either asleep in the other rooms, but there was a few quiet voices muttering quietly in the kitchen. Me and Bella was sat on the three-peice setee, well, I was, Bella rest her head on my leg with a blanket over her covering her from the breasts down, she was still slightly sweaty from the dancing earlier, (and the fact it was so hot). Martin was sat in the chair opposite, his eyes glued to the T.V which has some. Although the hospital's tests detected no abnormalities, over time I've become aware of certain discrepancies in my physiology. It makes me wonder about the Old Country, that strange world beyond this world where my family line originated. If the other inhabitants of that place are such freakish abnormalities, what chance that a separate race, human in every likeness, would emerge from the same manic environment? Wasn't it more likely that my ancestors would be of the nature of that place,.