Carefully he put the bra on and felt the straps take the weight. 'Boy this feels different to the prosthesis.' he thought. 'I can feel the bra over my...nipples.' Cupping each breast in his hand Philip could feel every sensation. He looked at Duncan in gratitude. 'Thank you so much. This is fantastic! I can feel every thing.' Turning to Rachael 'Is this what it is like to have breasts?'Rachael laughed. 'Oh yes, but much more sensitive. Don't worry, when your new hormones kick in your nipples and. I opened the garage and got my first glimpse of the car I had been loaned. It was an older Olds but it was in almost pristine condition. Looking it over and underneath, I could see it had self controlled air bags on each side as well as a beefed up suspension. The bottom was completely covered by a sheet of what looked to be steel, with small holes cut to change the oil and grease it. I counted eight airbags underneath it, and upon closer inspection the new style run flat tires. I didn't know. Amused and confused, I defaulted to what I thought was the right thing to do. I reached for Irenes leg and started kissing it from the toes all the way to her pussy. I sucked on it for a few seconds while I finger bang her. And then I sucked on her nipples and told her “a few more minutes of waiting please?”. She unwillingly complied as she quickly grabs my cock to momentarily jerk it off. It was the right thing to do, I told myself. If I wanted to fuck with Irene for as long as Tina permits. She felt as if she had never really been aware of having a body before, other than as something to be fed and washed and clothed. It had been an appliance; a means of getting from one place to another. A place to hide. Now she noticed the movement of her joints when she walked or reached for something; the weight of her hand resting on her leg; even, sometimes, the way her hair attached to her scalp.And in this same way she was conscious of him: not as a thought, or an image, but as an.