But tits, if not cunts, are pleasant to see,Other critics contend,To which I answer in this way:Therefore, should we give themTo transwomen, or, for t...at matter,Simply paint breasts to displayAlong the highways we takeFrom here to there and back again,On America's less-traveled byways.ANIMAL MAGNETISMA spill of raven hair,Gold-green eyes,Coral lips, a necklaceOf heart-shaped diamonds--All were beautiful,But what stood out most,Capturing my gaze,Were the chocolate nipplesShe displayed, atop her. His solemn face was thoughtful. ‘You’re a nice guy, Jim. You’re pleasant, smart, educated, and you seem to share our attitude toward sex. You wouldn’t be here today,’ he went on, ‘if we thought otherwise. ‘In short, you could be a great partner,’ he said slowly. ‘The only thing is,’ he added, ‘we don’t know how tough you are. That’s what we need to find out. ‘I know swinging preachers who are even more idealistic than you,’ he continued, ‘but most of them will cut and run at the first sign of. Miss Hardcastle looked completely through me as if I didn't exist; for although I was touted to be the brightest sixth former, half a decade intellectually in front of my peers, I still wasn't growing by much nor suffering from a surfeit of estrogen turning my teenage mind to mush, though. I only wished the taps that controlled the estrogen were turned more fully up!I mean, I still had what us girls would call 'a pash' but I couldn't find any for the local boys with their honking adenoidal. I can’t even imagine what she’s gonna look like at term. Knowing Britt though, she’s really gonna take these next six months as a challenge and when she’s not having sex with any guy walking by with a six pack and a nice cock (or girl with a round belly and perky tits), she’s going to be preparing for this as much as possible. Brittany waddled herself in and sat next to me as Nikki put a cup of tea in front of us and sat in the last seat. Brittany sat sideways to reach and started pouring sugar.