He smelled like soap and Italian food and Man with a capital mmmmm.She gently laid a hand on his chest, feeling his heart slowly beating. She closed h...r eyes and took in his scent deeper. Oh god. Her other hand toyed with her nipple. The gentlest touch of her fingertips on the swollen berry felt like pure sin. Stacy continued to breathe deeply. Her entire body felt hot like she'd overexerted herself. She could feel the heat radiating from her flushed skin.No part of her desperate body was. Instead of pain, I felt a squishy mound of flesh on my chest. I couldfeel through the mounds somehow. From my finger I could feel softsquishy flesh, and from my chest I could feel my finger and thesquishing of my new flesh.What had happened back there? I felt my swollen chest and then I cameto my nipples. I felt a zing of pleasure as I rubbed them. Then itfinally dawned on me, I wasn't just swollen."Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "I have breasts." As I made thisexclamation I noticed that my. As I pulled the bed sheet up to cover his naked body, I felt powerless to stop the flood of emotion that engulfed me when I recalled the events of the past few years and I wept as the memories streamed thru my conscious mind. The Philadelphia Story: Final Chapter ONE: After graduation, I remained in the Philadelphia area seeking employment. Chock full with two and four year colleges, I stood a much better chance of finding a teaching job than in Florida. After my interviews at various. I had been very careful to not put my hands on his penis so far, knowing that I might not want to leave it. Now I gently touched and held his penis for a moment, just enjoying the feel of it in my hand. Then I carefully washed his scrotum and penis.We rinsed off and dried each other. I noticed that his penis was larger now and that he had a very nice glans. After drying, we embraced each other with our penises touching, and then lay down on the bed with our heads at opposite ends. He said that.