"It'd been how many years since I'd had a nipple in my mouth Still, some part of my backbrain knew exactly what to do. Mom purred, holding my head wit... her hands as she stretched out as best she could, trying to sink more of my cock back inside her. She began to shiver all over, making mewling sounds deep in her throat. Then with a sharp cry she jerked down, driving her cunt completely around me, mashing her breasts against my chest as she chewed on my shoulder, her whole body seized up in. I was taken to an unknownlocation blindfolded and presented with what would turn out to be thediscovery of a lifetime!"Before I agreed to live in our secret community; I examined, as I said,two fine young men in New York City. Brothers actually; their names wereJustin and Jack Gray. And as physical specimens they were perfect. Icouldn't find a single anomaly in either of them. And this just wasn'tpossible. You see, everyone has some kind of imperfection; be it a crookednose, one eye or ear. And of course, your breasts are particularly sensitive, aren’t they?”Fiona stared into the churning darkness of her coffee cup. Since her teenage years, her large bosom had unfortunately been her defining feature, drawing eyes and judgements. They were only more obvious and prominent because of her waspish waist. She was so often the object of unwanted attention, she felt conspicuous and abashed even seemingly unnoticed in this busy café. Men staring at her chest was just something she had to. ‘That’s odd. There should be heat,’ she mumbled, turning the old thermostat from the sixty-six degree setting to a warmer seventy, expecting to hear the familiar clicking when the furnace kicked in. ‘I found my snow pants! Can I go out now?’ Bobby held the worn winter garment over his head. Intended to wear over regular pants, they added a layer of warmth from the cold and wet snow. Sallie didn’t need the child to try them on to know they were too small for him. She didn’t have a chance to make.