Alex groaned in her sleep and Sandra looked up to see that the hips in front of her were heightened. They were known positioned perfectly to her mouth... She stuck her tongue out and flicked the tiny clit showing from her lovers lips. There was another groan and she smiled. Her tongue tracing the contours of her lips, every inch of this pussy was not going to be wasted. She kissed the bottom of her stomach and each side of her thighs. Licking around the clit, tasting each part as if it were a. He started to gently massage my neck and shoulders. It was really nice. I felt like going off to sleep. Suddenly I heard him saying, “I have noticed that you have boobs like a woman” I was shocked at his statement. I didn’t know what to say.He continued “Do you mind if I touch them?” I was too stunned to reply him. I felt his hands slipping under me and next minute he grabbed my boobs. I have to confess that when I am lying face down, they do look like almost a B to C size boobs. I was so shy. "I, I never gave it a thought," I admitted."The freedom to go when the mood takes you," she queried."They used to keep chamber pots under the bed when my grand dad was a boy," I agreed."Not quite my point Mr Allington," she conceded, "But you didn't answer, doesn't the thought of your urine arcing through the air to soak my dress, my brassiere, my breasts, does that not excite you?" I," I said."Your lips are silent yet your cock speaks volumes," she said delightedly."You don't like cocks," I. Or was I?I stood up and instinctively adjusted my skirt. I had a mirror in my lockerand walked across the room to get it. I could feel my breasts bounce as Iwalked. I was aware of the sway of my hips. My feelings were perplexing. Iwas fighting off a sense of panic, but there was also a sense of confusion.There was a third sensation, growing stronger and slowly absorbing theothers. It was one of acceptance that everything was normal and would be allright.I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a.