Beca cuddled into my arms and pulled my left over her waist. I felt her fuss a little and then my hand made contact with her bare tummy. She pushed it...up from there and soon I was cupping her perfect little tit in my hand, just softly caressing it. She sighed.“I really like my breasts,” she said. “I hope you do, too.”There was no school Monday for Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Mom had me drive her to work and told me to go to Louie’s and pick up my tux. Then Cindy and I had back to back. She said it tasted funny but not bad and that she could get used to it.We were up just before noon and joined Mom for breakfast. She told us that Michelle’s father had called and that we were to meet with the full congregation at noon on Sunday.Michelle said, “Good. That way everyone will hear what I have to say.”She spent much of Saturday outside staring in the direction of her church. Mom said to give her, her space. When she rejoined the living, she was happy and thanked us all for sticking. Tim and I had an intimate, romantic dinner, candlelight and the whole works. We were both incredibly horny and we almost ripped each other's clothes off. After some heated foreplay which included a most satisfying 69 session, we were ready for the main event. Tim gave me an enema, greased up, and was soon ready to fist his way into my heart, not to mention bowels! Yet there was something different about him: he was more animated than ever. He seemed to take almost maniacal pleasure in thrusting. He looked Bob straight in the eye and gesturedtoward the girl. "Go look at her. See if you recognize her."Bob slowly approached the girl. The closer he got, the more beautiful shelooked. Her skin was flawlessly smooth. Just by looking at it he couldalmost feel how soft it was. Every feature of her face was sculpted intoScandinavian perfection. She was small, perhaps 5 feet 3 inches tall, butbuilt like an athlete. Her muscles were well defined and rippled under thatsilky layer of skin. Her hair.