Smooth and shiny it still felt really nice. It was thenthat he wished he was a girl and had proper boobs to fill it out. Malhad a similar nightie and ...bviously he liked it.Father Strong was advised that they would be attending mass at thecathedral rather than their usual church. No excuse was offered, but thereal reason was that too many of their school friends went to the localchurch and would probably recognise them.Come the Sunday, with their falsies giving an attractive shape to. I leaned down to lick a wide swath around her clitoris, and she writhed. There wasn’t, in fact, a problem at all. This was nice. I sat up and pinched a nipple. She grunted again. Now the other nipple. I simply wanted a new one, someone different, someone more femme, someone who wouldn’t bore me after sex, who I wouldn’t have to share with all the GQ types. Brooke was more Bill’s variety. She whimpered, ‘Ed!’ Oh, it was good! I was kneeling over her, playing with her, my penis tumescent as all. He grabs her needle tipped breast with a sure hand, flicks the needlewith a finger, stops her struggle. Looking into her eyes he holds herwith his gaze. He has another needle in his hand.She didn't see him pick it up, holds still, looks at him through hertears. Sees him hold the needle over her unharmed nipple, pushing downgently, just like he did with the first. "Breath in", he tellsher. Waits for her reaction. She defies him, taking only theshallowest of breaths, down her belly, not moving. To my brother and I a dare was like a matador's cape to the bull, the trouble both of us had got into because we could not resist a dare was unbelievable and here she was not only daring us, but laughing in our faces as well. Peter looked at me, I nodded, he grinned, and together we stood up, walked over to our sister and looked down at her."What?" she smirked up at us.We smiled down at her, both of us reaching down to grab one of her arms apiece."What?" Becky repeated uncertainly as we pulled.