They call themselves the band of sisters. All of them will tear you apart. The last time they attacked me, I slept for 12 hours.”Zach stared at me w...th his mouth open, “You seem to be ok with this. Your father explained your lifestyle to me in broad terms, but you seem to really be ok with your wives coming on to another man.”I laughed, “There is no jealousy between us. Besides, I need the help or I would never be let out of bed. If they come after you, you better be ready to service them until. Mom helped me get a nightgown on and I went to bed, staying there until late the next morning. In the shower I felt my new breasts, washed the stitches in my navel carefully and wearing just panties I slipped on a top and a skirt, which fit a lot better now that I had a smaller waist.During the next week I became used to having sensation in my breasts, and loved every minute of it. On Friday Valerie invited Kelly and I to her home for a barbecue on Saturday afternoon. She failed to mention that. The guys joined me with laughter but still waited for me to respond.“Not having much experience in this department . . .I suppose my breast,” I said getting ready to pick up the next card. Mike interrupted and asked, “But what part of your breast?”“Definitely my nipples,” I shared somewhat abruptly. As I focused on the card . . . that I had to ask Mike, my nipples began their path to total erection, just like what was the case with their cocks. I knew the guys were watching . . . as I began his. My hard-on was already straining against the cotton of my boxer-briefs. Her eyes widen as she pulled the underwear down and my 9” long and rather thick dick (one very curious girl in school measured it for me) bounced out in front of her face. I had scared a few girls in high school but Patton seemed up for the challenge. A mumbled “Huge” was all she could say before she took the head in her mouth. Her tongue made figure 8’s around the head and then she started to try and force more into her.