But now, take breasts for example (and I wish I could.) If I had some (two) of my own, I wouldn't want some smelly, whiskery old man putting his bald ...ead in my face while he gnawed on my nipples like a dog on a bone. I think if I looked down and saw his ear full of hair I would vomit. I would much prefer to rub my tits against those of another soft female and feel her ruby lips as they danced on my skin.I recently read an excellent story by a bi woman, about two women, neighbors, having sex.. She had shoulder length blonde hair with highlights, not to bad of a face but what stood out to me the most, and got my dick standing every time was her boobs, ass and figure. Her boobs are 32 Double D which would just sit there plumb and perky with an ass that was so round she would be showing off her new thongs everyday. On the good days she would be wearing a loose top and detail or her tits were easily visible. Some days you might even get a nipple erection or a nice long stare at her ass. The other is a little scary the first time. Which do you think is which?”“Uh, yeah. Fucking Kenny was simple. Talking to him was nearly impossible. I was always afraid of how he would react.”“And talking to Hope?”“We started when she was little, so it was easier. That’s why I could tell her the things I did.”“Including about the fantasy?” I teased.“That was a mistake!”“Having the feelings or telling her?”“Both, actually. Your point about not messing with your own kids is really, really. The only real clothing my Mother owned were revealing party dresses. These all had low cut V necklines, and were cut so short she usually showed per pussy whenever she bent over. She was never allowed to wear a bra or panties under these dresses, no matter what the social occasion. At most social events everyone in attendance knew that before the night would end Mother would be naked with cum dripping from her holes.My Father also was an authoritarian. I learned early in life to disobey him.