I never thought of myself as particularly pretty, but people around me said I was. I was shy, but amicable enough, and had good friends.I am dark skin...ed, like the color of caramel, with almond-colored eyes and dark, wavy hair. My breasts were average sized, but pretty and well formed, with dark nipples and areolas the size of tarn disks, a trait partly inherited from my mother, whose areolas are larger. My hips are wide, and my contour tapers as one goes up to my waist and my flanks. Too, I. Fortunately, there was a break in the zombie parade and it would be a couple minutes before the next batch of the fucking dead came into range.He leaned down to kiss her but she pulled her head away. “Christ, your breath stinks. What did you do, eat a zombie?”He pulled his thumb out and shoved it in her mouth, she sucked greedily for a few moments. “That tastes better than your breath.” He slapped her ass cheeks a few times. “Shoot,” he coughed out.She grabbed up the gun again and fired in the. Which boy would you rather havehold your hand and kiss you?"When I didn't answer they knew they had found a new humiliation.Meanwhile I needed to pee worse and worse. My little sister threatened toput me over her knee and spank me if I didn't answer. I finally toldthem:"I think your boyfriend is cuter Miss Abby. I would want him to hold myhand and kiss me"This brought convulsions of laughter from the girls and more high fives.They had me clear the table. And do the dishes. And give them. The dark areola which had been sort of smooth puckered with tiny bumps when I licked them. When I sucked them and backed off to look they seemed darker and almost raised from her breast. How delightful.I tried opening my mouth to see if I could get Mom's entire breast in, but couldn't. As I gently massaged it, while sucking her nipple, I noticed that her breast wasn't a uniform soft pad as I expected. I could feel occasional lumps or firmer bits and wondered what they were.I rather enjoyed.