I wasn't at all displeased by thisdiscovery, somewhat surprisingly, rather I simply thought of it as being anecessary stage of reformation I must go t...rough. Emotionally I was kind ofglad to be rid of them, now thinking of them as having been unnecessaryappendages that would only be in my way.Midway through my second week, I had begun to develop breasts and this wassomething that, by now, I found myself wanting. My emotions were by thispoint, definitely more feminine than masculine and I had. The men got themselves some beers while Karen recovered on the bed . She had cleaned herself up and was drinking a glass of wine. I had never seen her looking so happy. I must admit I was now getting a bit jealous that she was having so much fun without me. Steve went over to talk to her for a minute and she was laughing and nodding in agreement. Ok lads, one last fuck ,then its time to go! Karen said as walked over to where they were standing. She dropped to her knees and began sucking those. They kissed once more. She was desperate now.“Please, let’s do it, I can’t take it anymore, I want us to melt into each other”.Mike agreed and walked away from the bed to one of their bags, which was on the floor. He brought the bad to the bed and took out a few plastic bottles. Inside these bottles was a gel, a very flammable gel, which looked some kind of skin oil, with an amberish hue. Sara pulled Mike to the bed and he fell on his back. She got on top of him and kissed him once more.. "Hell yes," he stammered, his face reddening slightly."Your father likes them, too." My--my dad? When does he look at your legs?" Whenever I let him," Joan said.Peter, forgetting himself, rubbed at the growing thing inside his jeans.Joan licked at her heavily lipsticked lips, making them shine, and watched him rub at the lump in his pants. The way he was looking at her while her baby sucked at her tit, excited her terribly. She felt unusually bold exposing herself to this young boy and moved.