They look so inviting, how can I stop? “Daddy is very angry at you, you must do what I say to get back into my good graces. Do you understand?” I ...ift my cock and guide it to her lips. “But, Daddy your dick is bigger than any of the guys that I have fucked before, its not fair.” Stephanie's hand makes it to the base of my cock. She gently fondles my balls as she pouts. “Well that is not my fault, baby. Now be a good girl and suck daddy's hard cock.” Stephanie strokes my cock as I moan. She. Like the shirts hanging from the coat-rack near the door of the bay. Inthe 'real world' image, it was exactly as it should have been - a cleanwork-shirt, with Zeke's name sewn on the breast and Zeke's change ofclothes, a loud Hawaiian shirt.In the double-image Zeke was seeing, there was something definitelywrong. The work-shirt was still basically the same - except that thename stitched in italic letters on its breast was 'Zena'.The Hawaiian shirt was gone altogether - to be replaced with. I had called the plastic surgeon who had done my breasts and explained what I wanted. She suggested going to see a doctor in Vancouver who was an expert in SRS. I called his office and made an appointment. Luckily he could see me on a Saturday so I booked a flight and flew in early. His office was close to one of the big hospitals. I was dressed casually in jeans and a nice blouse. Since my breast augmentation there wasn’t much I could do to hide that fact I had large breasts. No matter what I. When I was finished, Maggie's breasts were covered in pools, if not rivers of my cream. She had already begun to spread the thick sticky substance over and around her breasts so that soon they were completely covered. Gladys took over for Maggie, beginning to massage her friend's breasts, rubbing in the natural body lotion until her skin had absorbed most, if not all of it.Once again we all collapsed onto the bed, and slept. I had never before spent the entire night with Maggie, always going.