Two or three ties a week Kay would experiencethe most erotic dreams. The dreams were always the same. In the dream Kay wouldmake wild and reckless lov... with an incredibly hungblack man. Upon awaking Kay was usually in the throwsof an orgasm which as time went by she would finish byrubbing her clit vigorously. After awhile and near theend of the pregnancy Kay found herself looking forwardto the dreams.The big day came on a Saturday. Curt had been scheduledto play golf but on a premonition. She had remarked that if they kept growing she might have to get me fitted for a bra. I have been dealing with some gynecomstatia issues that come with age. Terri had made some remarks that she could help me with them. Sandra chimed in ‘Terri, are you serious about this?’ ‘Yes, I am. I think it would be fun to see how nice a pair we could help him grow.’ ‘So,’ Sandra asked, ‘ how would all of this happen?’ ‘Well, started Terri, ‘I would put him on some female hormones. Mostly low levels of. Every morning after breakfast I would travel down my driveway to get my mail and every morning Mr. Hardy would wave and say, "Beautiful day." This morning was no exception, after finishing my bagel and coffee I headed out the front door to the mail box. As I walked down the driveway a gust of wind blew my robe open, exposing my naked body, I quickly grabbed it and tied it closed. I looked up to see Mr. Hardy smiling. He tipped his cup and said, "Beautiful day, beautiful lady." Then he winked at. Molten bliss lies just inside her canal if only he would touch her there, move his tongue there, her pleasure lies a measly few millimeters away.Unable to move, unable to smash his face into her cunt, the coals inside her belly burn out of control, flames of unrequited passion lap at the entrance to her sex, yet he torments her and denies her this one kindness.The promise of ecstasy churns through her body like a white-water rapid as his tongue continues its expedition along the curves and.