I stand 5'10 and weight 195 pounds. During my freshman year I wasencouraged to try out for the various sports teams, with everyoneassuming, correctly,...that I still had a couple more inches of height togo before I was finished. Despite my love of watching sports on tv Ifound that I didn't have the same passion when it came to emulating thefeats that I saw on television and in the arena so I had to pass.The last day of school ended approximately 30 minutes ago, but I wasn'tthere to take in all. "Oh Dickie, I'm so sorry. I'll get the sewing kit..." Her words and panic were smothered in another deep kiss.Kim lay on the bed her legs splayed. Her open mouth emitted yet one more silent scream of pleasure. Dickie's tongue and fingers had brought her to another orgasmic high. His tongue danced across her clit. His fingers plunged in and out of her sopping pussy, deliciously exploring the folds and crevices of her vagina. The pace of his fingers slowed. Kim began to regain control of her. The movements were so intense and I was reaching my breaking point.It started out as making love but now I was fucking her. Fucking the woman I loved.All the tension that we had building up from the past few months...I was finally going to release it on her.I felt her body freeze and tense up. She was gasping for air and gave out the loudest groan I had heard from her in the entire night. I felt her body contracting and I knew I just made her orgasm hard.I eased up on the pressure on her clit. What if he had breasts? Hethought. Somehow that felt right. He looked at his chest and foundhimself kind of wanting breasts. A surge of energy filled him. You areman. Men don't have breasts. But what if he did? Soft breasts hangingfrom his chest? It didn't seem so bad. Women have them and do just finewith them. You are not a woman! The voice made him snap back for amoment. He was not a woman! But god, did he want breasts. The energy shotup into his chest. He imagined what they would feel like..