John was in his fifties and lived on his own, but was always happy to help anyone should they need it. One day i was having a really bad time at work... nothing was going right and all i wanted to do was go home. John came over to me and calmed me down and asked if i wanted to talk things over after work, to which i said yes. As i didn't drive, he said he pick me up at 7pm.7pm came and John picked me up as agreed and asked if i minded chatting at his place as it would be quieter, which i didn't. Bobbie shapely pointed bustline look had some appeal. I was shocked I waseven thinking this. What was going on in my brain? Hope it's my man sidecoming out, desire for a shapely woman.Sis and Bobbie went upstairs as she guided him in his every move.Mom and I talked, she told me to allow her and my sister to help me, thatwe can make my transition in my clothes much easier."Mom, what do you mean, transition to new clothing"? I am just fine in myclothes. "Son, your shirts are gapping way too. .?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer."Bare minium for me..." she took a breath, "Once a day." I shuddered,thinking about my fate. "The urges just get too much, you can't helpyourself. The sicko who owned me would fuck me usually twice a day;once just after he got home from work and once more around midnight.But once he went away for a weekend without me and I almost went crazymasturbating." Didn't it help?" I gulped."Only a little bit and it got less effective each time. By the. Maybe I was sitting too heavily on her chest. I waggled my finger in front of her face, "All bitches should be treated like this so they know how to hold their tongue! Haha!"Buddy chortled at my joke behind me. I gave my cock a few extra wanks with the coed's titties, then stood up off her, a long slimy rope of pre-cum stretching from the tip of my manhood to her pert little nipples. "I want you to fucking destroy those tits," I told Buddy, whose fingers were now digging into the bitch's waist,.