But, critics may object, without the fair sex,Humanity's doomed, for none but they may bearOffspring, to which I say, There are too many of us now;Men... as lovers of one another, cannot add to the surplusOf crying mouths to feed, no matter how many timesThey spill their fecund seed.But tits, if not cunts, are pleasant to see,Other critics contend,To which I answer in this way:Therefore, should we give themTo transwomen, or, for that matter,Simply paint breasts to displayAlong the highways we. ..there!" Eva confirmed. I took my mouth off her and just laid on her chest, gritting my teeth as she came on me and tightened her grip - everywhere.Eventually, she let my hair go and merely rubbed the spot where she nicked my back. Her pussy stopped gripping my fingers as hard too, although the wetness had something to do with that. Exhaling in relief and awe, I removed my fingers and put them back on her left breast, juices and all.I looked up at Eva, as she calmed down enough to see me lick. That without that support the breasts would sag. Marc guessed that'swhat the "Boy's First Bra" he had been wearing was doing. He guessedthat was a good thing. If he was going to have tits he wanted niceperky titties, not big saggy, hanging down to her knees boobs like AuntShirley.He didn't feel like he could go to the game that Saturday night. Toomany people would want to know where he'd been. Or ask why he wasn't onthe team any longer. At least the town was big enough and local. His bulge was apparent in his undies. He said "I haven't been with anyone else only my wife" and Donna said "Shush no-one will ever know", he closed his eyes as Donna rubbed his cock.After a few minutes Donna knelt on the floor between his legs and ran her tongue up his cock through his undies, he gasped and said "She doesn't do THAT", after a few more minutes she tugged down his undies and out sprang a 5" cock. She licked him again and he was moaning, slipping her mouth around his helmet he.