And rambled on about having black friends and all the other stupid things a white person says when accused of being a racist.Now I felt I had to prove...to him I wasn't a racist ... that I really did want to be with him but I didn't want to betray my husband ... but no matter what I said he gave me that look that told me this was all about his skin color. I felt a wave come over me as I asked him how he would feel if his wife cheated on him. He told me just what I didn't want to hear.He said if. He tells me to pull around to the back. We all get out of the car and head into the back of the building. There is a door that's off its hinges and we go right in. The walls are moldy and the air is stale but Jason puts his hand on my ass and I forget all about the condition of the building. I turn and he takes me into his arms, his strong lips attacking mine. His tongue pushes its way in and right away he owns me.The other guy, Rocket comes up behind me and starts to kiss the back of my neck.. . Daddy was in his office. I shivered, my fingers twitching. I felt so wild and wanton. I wasn’t going to let anything stop me.I peeled off my blouse and threw it to the ground. My breasts bounced free, my pink nipples swaying before me. They were firm and perky, all-natural titties. It wasn’t those big, fake boobs that Vanessa had. I didn’t need surgery to fix me. I had perfect breasts. I would thrust them into Daddy’s face.He would be putty in my hands.My brother’s footsteps reached the. The gentle bounce of breasts on his chest was gone. A hand went to his groin and he smiled! He was a guy again. What a relief! He never realized how difficult it was to be a girl before. He noticed his Playboy magazines on the table and made a mental note to throw them away. After all, he had the memory of a perfectly good pair of his own breasts now and mere pictures were nothing like the real thing. Maybe the memories would fade someday but he suspected that even time would not be able to.