My shoulders are narrow. I dream of having large breasts. I always marvel at women with massive, natural breasts. Wishing I could have them too. What ... joy it would be to feel them jiggle with each step.If I could wake up in the morning with a large pair of breasts, that would be sheer bliss.As for the penis, for years I have plotted and planned its removal, its disection and transformation into a perfect pussy. Of course, it is a complicated procedure. If only I could wake up with a beautiful. I don’t consider it cheating if he can’t or won’t provide what I need. That’s his lookout not mine; which is more like the way men think. All I do is make sure I don’t get caught.”“Oh, right. I did wonder, but was kind of scared to ask in case it stopped.”“That’s OK, you can ask me or Doreen I guess. But not the others,” she nodded. “Karen does it because she needs it but isn’t getting it at home and tries to keep it anonymous. Janet because she can get you to do stuff she’s ashamed to ask for. By the time he was scooping her soiled panties out, his hard cock was all ready free of his pants and drooling. He pressed the sweet lingerie to his face, smelling his Mother's scent and rapidly pulling on his dripping cock. In just a few strokes he was blasting semen onto the wall, thick ropes of it clinging to the paint and then dribbling toward the gap behind the hamper. So strong was his orgasm that three long squirts reached wall, with just a weak dribble left to flow down his shaft and. Gingerly I crawled downthe few deck steps and over the rocks. While I peed on the rock patch I couldfeel her watching me behind the windows. When I crawled back in she lifted me up by my hair and pulled me over bythe couch. She picked up a roll of string from it and, kneeling down in frontof me, she began wrapping it carelessly around my balls. The string rubbingagainst my sack burned and was even stricter than usual. After tying my ballsoff in a tight little package, she gave them a flick. I.