It hasn't changed over the years. First are the breasts of any woman. It matters little as to size or shape. Large, small or medium I have continued t...o maintain my breast fetish. Second is a little odder. Milk. To be more specific I'm referring to breast milk. Even without seeing a naked breast but knowing it has milk is exciting. Having a fascination for breasts is not unusual for most men but having it coupled with them being filled with milk does seem out of the ordinary.I first learned of. I could hear her squeezing the pump-soap-dispenser-thingy over the wire-brush and for a second my legs shook – fear.Miss Katie told me to stop shaking, and that I was to bend over with my head between my knees. Taking care not to crash my head against the wall, I did so.It really hurt what Miss Katie did. She scrubbed my pussy and around my bum with the wire-brush. The soap lubed away some of the pain, but I had to hold onto my knees and clench my teeth too. I had never felt such pain before. Sexy was the word. I hooked myself into a black satin and lace bra and white lace panties before donning the soft tricot wrapper for it all. My only worry was now I had 2 sets of straps up my back and over my shoulders to worry about revealing and getting outed. The slip smoothed the back where the bra hooked and a good look in the mirror showed I would not have to worry much about showing that off unless i leaned way over pulling my everyday boy shirt too taut across the back. It was so tough. I knew Barney wanted to fuck me because he’d tried to mount me more than once during a hot session of him licking my pussy. Even though he belonged to my brother-in-law, I think Barney spent more time over at my house than at his own. My parents both worked, so our house was empty when I came home from high school each day. I had 2-3 hours to myself every day before anyone else came home and, being the horny girl that I was, I spent a lot of that time masturbating. Using my fingers to get.