Kevin and Erin stood respectfully at the back until they finished.The Anglican priest approached them and asked if he could help. Erin explained the s...tuation as Kevin looked down at the floor, trying to control his tears."Please, let's go up near the altar," the priest said.For the next five minutes, he prayed the most heartfelt and beautiful prayer for Laura, the baby and Paul. He prayed for Kevin to have peace in his heart and knowledge that God is in control and that His will is perfect for. When Erin had been a man, before she had traded places with the 'real' Erin while on vacation in Ireland, he had never given much thought to his nipples. They were just sensitive protuberances, not much different than any other sensitive part of his body, such as his temples. Or behind the knees. They were certainly not a source of sexual pleasure or deep satisfaction.But now, as Erin, she found that her whole life revolved around her breasts. She had to suckle Janet several times a day. Then. For Jessie Harper it was like being in a prison cell of light. Beyond the small circle of light she stood in was a wall of black. That wall of black shrouded the faces of the two thousand strong audience in front of her and her own choir and support musicians behind her. Even though she knew she was not alone it still felt every inch like she was. Nervously she brushed at the flowing Pageant gown she wore trying to smooth out non-existent wrinkles and creases. Once her hands were still Jessie. It was 2 am and I was dreaming away, about unicorns or chipmunks or naugahyde, or what the fuck ever it is that people dream about that they can't remember the second they wake up, but tonight my dream took a turn. It started out as a light suggestion in the back of my mind of someone groping my breasts. Pretty quickly, that sensation turned and became more intense as I dreamed of someone tweaking and pulling at my nipples and I could feel my dreamself becoming aroused as the hands moved more.