With the warming temperature, the scent of cum filled crotches would occasionally waft on the light breeze. In order to keep from burning, the women w...uld walk the beach making it a point to speak to small groups of young boys, giving them a good close-up view of the projecting nipples, and the love bites on their tits. They commented about boys who were cute or built or had big parts outlined in tight suits, usually partially filled from the visual stimulation.Giddy with their newly expanded. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me in my life, and my head whirled. Her finger-tips were probing at my cervix now, and it felt as if she was entering my womb! I shuddered with pleasure as she manipulated her fingers inside me, then very carefully she started to fist-fuck me, my first time ever. Her wrist was pistoning into me continuously now, I had never felt so thoroughly well fucked in my life, and soon my whole pussy seemed as if it was being turned completely. They were not necessarily large but excellent to look at. The sign over the pictures said, “Vote your favorite breasts. Put money in her jar.” Then the shelf under the pictures had glass cherry bottles on it with matching numbers one through twelve. There were already one-dollar, five-dollar, and even ten-dollar bills in the jars. Hell even I voted.I went over to Jill and asked her about the contest.She replied, “It was something that I thought about last night. I figured that if I told you. If they don’t know what they want, they don’t want to say so. It’s between them and the books. I don’t want to interfere.”Fred, whose name she knew only from John Darling’s report, was a fountain of information. Much of it didn’t apply to her dissertation; some of it was helpful context; some of it had direct application.On competition and resulting dispersion: “There are a hundred, well dozens anyway, of kinds of bookstore inventories. You can’t pay the rent selling only one, and nobody has.