'I think I did as a baby, but I dont remember the taste', I smiled warmly and started to unbutton a few buttons to expose my heavy breasts, my husband...was probably just at the traffic lights on the high street, and I was offering my tits to be sucked by one of the boys.'Come here', I said to him, my voice thick, I knew what I was doing and it excited me, I must have been like a woman suffering from nymphomania, an uncontrollable need to fuck and exposing myself to draw him in between my legs.I. “I’ll come too, if that’s okay,” I said. My dad laughed. “Okay, just as long as you don’t drink too much. How about you, Matt?” Matt smiled.“I’ll stay here, if that's okay,” he said. “I’ll go on the beach instead. The surf doesn’t look too bad this morning.” I suspected he was looking forward to getting Sally by herself, although it would be just his luck if she went off with her mum instead. But that was his problem. “Well, don’t stay in too long,” said my mum, who just couldn't stop being. She might want to see you make more of acommitment. Use some nailpoish.'"But you said-"'Just do your toes. No one will notice. Use that pink color. Yes. Thegirlier the better. For her, you know.'Now my toes were a sparkly bubble gum pink. I could have died.'You still look like a boy.'"I am a boy!''But she doesn't want you to be. She might think you're making a mockeryof her!'"Really?"'Yes! You have to wear some girl clothes.'"I still don't want to wear the dress."'Just wear some underwear. They. I was completely naked spread eagledon a beach somewhere. What time was it, how long had it been? I looked up at the sky. The moon wasjust past overhead and full, therefore a little after midnight. I looked tomy left and there was Ruth. She still seemed to be unconscious and she toowas spread eagled, tied to four posts in the sand. The ropes were course andbit into her pale flesh. Her blond hair shown in the moonlight, framing herangelic, pale face. Those damn perky tits were standing at.