Bastard. "Are you sure?" he asked. I moaned in response, sighing out a yes as coherently as I could manage. I could almost hear him grin, he was so pl...ased. He then dipped his fingers in my juices, swirling them about to prepare them for their next adventure into the unknown. He prodded at my forbidden area again, this time applying a bit of pressure to it's opening, lathering it in juices so his fingers would have an easy journey. He pressed his fingertip inside, my answering gasp of pleasure. You take in a huge breath through your mouth, your lips wet, your cheeks flushed. As you inhale, your chest heaves displaying your breast before me. It’s a sight to behold and I must act upon it. I raise my hand and place my full palm on the underside of your right breast. I feel the underwire beneath the texture of your dress and as I gently wrap my fingers around the bulge of your flesh I am careful not to come too close to your nipple. As I do so, I stare into your eyes – perhaps I am. I woke up again around four in the morning, or rather my bladder woke me up. After stumbling to the bathroom to relieve the pressure I made my way to the kitchen and opened a can of soup to heat up in the microwave. With a mug of soup and a handful of crackers I parked myself on my couch and turned on the boob tube to see if there was anything on to watch. I ended up on the history channel watching a documentary about letters home from soldiers at war over the years. Although I usually would. She came for around 30 seconds, her cock shooting obscene amounts of jizz everywhere. Barbie finally opened her eyes and saw the state of the room. The table was coated in sticky white cum, as was most of her body. She walked over to the mirror and saw herself for the first time. Barbie knew just from the feel of her body that she was hot, but was still ecstatic when she saw herself- she couldn’t believe how pretty she was, and how big her boobies were. Barbie giggled with delight at how she.