"Hey, come help me, I need a closer look." I followed her in and watched as she separated them and got them both facing her. "Get behind them, help ho...d them down." They protested being interrupted until Amy started fingering their pussies and I got behind them and laid them back so I could lick and fondle their breasts. Amy added more fingers and they decided they were content letting us get them off. She actually ended up with all her fingers inside them, totally fisting them, I was amazed to. ”“Their loss is my gain,” Ciaran said, whistling tunelessly to himself as he wandered across to clear a table close to the door. He paused, spotting yet another discarded fold of paper among the wedding debris.“I keep seeing these,” he said. “What are they?”“Oh, those!” Alice blushed as she realised what he held in his hand. “They’re just poems. We thought it’d be something different for the guests to have fun with. You know - little mementos they could take away afterwards. I guess they. His complexion lightened from ruddy to a glowing peaches and cream. All of Jim's skin lightened, even as most of his body hair - except for the patch at his groin -- faded away.Jim's uniform shirt seemed to grow tight and there was a tickling on his chest. He looked down and gasped. Something was growing there, getting bigger with each breath he took, as it swelled out into a pair of 40-D breasts that strained against the shirt, popping a couple of buttons in the process.He felt his pants begin. " Dear Santa. My name is RuthEllen and I'm having so much fun with those lovely boobs you gave me last year. All the boys seem to enjoy them, too. Last night I let Mr. Brown get a good look at them when he was taking out the garbage and I think he liked them, too. He takes out the garbage a lot. The cans are right under that little slit where my shades don't quite come to the bottom of the window if I'm not really, really careful, you know. Anyhow, I was massaging them like you showed me to do.