‘How terrible! If you try even to get a pinkie finger in there …’ ‘Why has she done this to me?’ ‘Well, that I don’t know, my lady. But ...ere’s a kiss to feel better.’ Marie kissed Constance on the lips, darting her quick little tongue into her mouth. ‘Your Marie still loves you.’ The kiss only inflamed her futile arousal. She pushed Marie away and grabbed a utensil from the breakfast tray to attempt to pick the locks. No use. The keyholes were too small, the locks too strong. ‘There must be. Just the sight of her tits started making my cock hard, a fact that was impossible to conceal with me wearing only boxers. I noticed Penny glancing towards the tent I was forming, probably hoping that I would lose the final hand and she will get a good look at what I was hiding.Andy was also very visibly getting hard from looking at his girlfriend's tits but he was determined to see the game through to the end and dealt us the final hand. I was sure I would lose the last hand, I never was lucky. I pulled my fingers out, keeping hers in, and grabbed her wrist. I pulled her hand down, and started pushing it in and out, slowly, deliberately, fucking her with her hand."More," she said, "more. Please, three fingers."I nodded and she slipped her fourth finger inside her, and I continued moving her hand.I continued this for a few more stroked, and then circled her body with my right hand. I touched her right breast, with the tip of my fingers, and she shuddered, moaned, she couldn't close her. I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror. That was too weird. I still looked like a girl, only one with absolutely no chest, like someone had taken a photo of a normal girl and then airbrushed out her breasts or something. I realized my body was still underdeveloped enough that I just looked immature rather than masculine. It was vaguely disconcerting, but somehow kind of interesting, too.Then I looked at the bra. There hardly seemed much point, really, considering it wasn't going to be.