They were opaque and feltsoft against my skin. I swear I felt faint."If only you had boobies, honey... You might even pass as a girl," shelaughed, "Ma...be we should get you a training bra? For practice?"It was torture, pure torture. I wanted to scream at her. Staring deepinto her gaze I just whimpered and shook my head."Don't worry honey. I'll help you with your dress too."I pouted. Not because I wanted to wear the damn dress. I poutedbecause it seemed so extra emasculating to be so dependent on. “Call me Bob.” Pete visibly relaxed, loosening his tie and eye-fucking me while Travis kept at my tits, his ministrations somewhere between pleasure and pain. He bit my nipples to keep them still while rubbing his semi-rigid tongue back and for the over the tips, squeezing tight around the base of my breasts. “How much pain does she like out of the box?” He asked Mr. Shaver, who’s answering laugh had a sharp edge of cruelty mixed with lust.“It doesn’t matter what she likes, Pete. Does it,. He kept trying to turn around to look at his mother.Lloyd Jarrett turned out to be our pilot, and he loaded our gear into a Beechcraft King Air. By the number of bags Marilyn had packed in the trunk, you’d have thought we were making a pilgrimage to Mecca. I just had my B4, but Marilyn had a jumbo suitcase, and Charlie had even more stuff. “You do realize,”, I asked her, “that your mother has everything imaginable that he’s going to need! She only had thirteen children!”“It’s not the same!”I. She was not wearing a bra and her boobs fell out and were hanging like water balloons.She was in just her panty which had some wet patches. She was holding her hands across her boobs and standing with a shy face trying to hide her shame. But she looked like a sex goddess to me.I removed her hands. She had big, fair boobs with brown areolas and pointed nipples. I just kissed them and licked them and bit them.She was moaning in her amazing voice and it excited me more. Then I went down and made a.