Hungry, always hungry for more, but it never quitecame. There was something else, something missing. He needed to learn,needed to understand, and only...then could he be complete.He needed to be good.THOOOOOOMNeeded to be a good girl.THOOOOOMShe was a good girl.THOOOOOMShe always would be.THOOOOOMAman woke on a hard tile floor, cool a night's breeze, though the softmorning sunlight warmed her skin. She rose, shaky and sore, trying topiece together the strange dreams and images that swirled. I wonder what the last 6 months had meant, if anything. But most of the time I was more distracted by the idea of dating. This Friday, I was determined to go to a club and see what happened. That was pretty vague as far as plans go, but I really didn't have a better understanding of the process. I figured it was research.After work on Friday, I went home and dressed in comfortable, but nice clothes. Dark jeans and a button down shirt, a coat and decent shoes. Then I called a cab and went off to. Pussy was dressed the same as when she had been there on her first occasion, except that her dress was a deep green, this time. Pussy deftly shrugged off her dress and stepped out of her shoes. She was afraid of stabbing JL with one of her five-inch spike heels.Pussy could have given a tiger lessons as she slinked across the room to the casting couch. Now she was naked, except for her fishnet stockings, and JL was beginning to drool from his lips and his cock. He dropped his robe where he stood. I thought you always wore one, I thought all girls wear bras. Well, girlsand sissies." No Sir," I said, "I haven't always worn one, but I do now."He smiled and said, "Why now?"I knew that he knew the reason why, I'm sure my brother told him, but Ihad to tell him anyway.I said, "Because my chest is growing," I didn't use the words boobs orbreasts because I was embarrassed already, those words would have made itworse."You are growing tits?" he said as he put hands on my chest and startedto feel.