How could I ever think of myself as aman if I turned on to having my nipples fondled like a girl? "He's got a girl's nipples," Margie said to mother. ...Look how much he enjoys it. They're standing up even more."Then she spoke to me. "Say that I'm right, sweetie," she said. "Tell me you love it. Tell me you love having your titties fondled and stroked like a girl, and I'll give you a special treat."At first was tongue-tied. It was humiliating enough to turn on like this. It was even more. Kim also did whatever she could to help. I spent, as much time as I could with them. One of our favorite things we did was swim in the lake. I had a hard time keeping their bathing suit on them, as they liked to go in naked. Years went by and my girl started changing. My little girls were not my little girls any more. One day I looked at my girls and seen in them what drew me to their mother. Ash was 18 she had her mother's face and Kim 16 had her mother's body. Ash had B cup breasts and Kim. At the right end of the rockslide, a doorway leads into a study. This is where I do my schoolwork. This room is sixteen by eighteen feet and has floor to ceiling book shelves on the far wall, a large desk with a credenza to the left, two leather chairs facing the desk and a small bar with a little refrigerator to the right of the door. On the right end, facing the river, are two tall, narrow windows, and a door that exits outside. I prefer to study in this room because it’s always quiet here.. I had gotten even wetter, I could feel it beginning to drip down to my thighs. Again, you finger found my entrance, but instead of putting it all the way in, you teased me again. “You’re such a naughty little girl.” You say again, and grab me by the shoulders to spin me around. My breasts bounce as you do so, and I gasp in shock as you ram me against the table. Once more, you lift me onto the table, spreading my legs as wide as possible. “I need you inside me…” I say, not daring to look into.