"There were a few other kids playing in the tubular maze. As soon as Michelle slipped off her Mary Janes, putting them into one of the footwear cubbyh...le holes, she disappeared into the maze.I remembered I had sighed when I had stepped out of the bathroom and spied her standing there in the master bedroom with her very brightly lit face. Her hair had been tucked back in her usual blue ribbon tied pony tail. She had on a light blue Shirley Temple dress with white leotards underneath.She was. He was a tall, strongly built man, with dirty blonde hair and light coloured eyes (I’d never really registered their exact colour). He was Polish and always looked as though he’d barely had any sleep because he’d been up all night fucking, drinking, taking a whole heap of d**gs, or just all the above. He didn’t recognise me at first, but there are few black females that walk through those doors in a suit, so he soon came round. I flashed my id badge at him, but instead of allowing me to walk. She wanted to scream.Slowly his fingers continued, reaching the warm, damp fabric between her legs. Gently he rubbed the fabric, pressing it between the swollen lips of her sex. Her body began to move almost involuntarily in rhythm with his fingers. The longer he rubbed, the wetter the fabric became. Quietly...slowly...his fingers eased under the legband of the panties. She knew how much he loved that feel...the wetness...the warmth...to him it was intoxicating.... and on this day, she could. Recentimprovements have shown positive results for up to two weeks." Linda hadnever heard of 'vacation breasts' but the idea of having her own insteadof the forms did intrigue her, especially because they were temporary.Patricia continued, "I am looking at this procedure sweetheart because Ihave come to love your breasts and I would like to see you eventuallyhave your own. This would be permanent and would require your approval.My trial of this vacation breast technique allows you to feel.