Tomorrow I may hunt for breastsWhich are shown only from the side,In profile looking like ski slopesWith rounded undersidesOr for breasts no bigger th...n a bee stingSwollen with insistent pain.I know only that, whether today or another time,To look at breasts,I will be back again.THE SECRET OF SUCCESSWhen critics piss and moan,I look upon your breastsAnd cock and balls,And these attributesOf hermaphroditic divinityAre ebullient enoughIn their flounce and bounceTo buoy up my shemale. The fragrant smells of wild flowers had vanished and instantaneously replaced with the stench of singed hair. Dan and Ray pinched their noses tight as they turned and walked back to the barn. The feeling of shame and indignity, of the heinous act he had just performed, shot through Dan but he had his reasons why he chose that particular way.Over thirty minutes had gone by since starting the fire and the silence was deafening between them. Dawn was upon them and the first rays of light began to. She felt as if her entire body was being bathed in pure white flames. The feeling of Paul's finger in her butt was a searing, exciting perverted penetration that sent her lust soaring. Paul's insistent probing of her anus was triggering a blazing itch in her guts that only a fantastic flaming orgasm was going to relieve. Judy struggled to relax her sphincter muscle so Paul could dig deeper.Paul felt himself gaining ground. Twisting and turning his finger, he bored it slowly up into Judy's. When he looked back up, the father and daughter made eye contact, and there was a long pause as the two of them searched each other's eyes for explanation. Something in her father snapped; Mike was now immersed in a torrent of anger, love and lust as he made his next move. With Brooke still pinned to the ground he reached between them to her wet panties and ripped them off in one tug. In seconds he had his own pants off and his cock was an engorged, red pillar of his frustration. He regained.