He let her set the pace. Chloe’s fingers unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down to his knees. She ran her fingers over the black silk of his boxer ...shorts. He loved the feel of silk against this skin. Her fingers slithered through the fly of the shorts. Soft, hot fingers stroked his shaft. She pulled the elasticated waistband of the shorts out to allow them to slip over his hardening cock. They slid down his thighs as she ran her fingers along the shaft.She knelt between his legs and gazed up. My pecker was pointing skyward by now so the chubby brunette knelt down and got her first taste of it. She teased a little bit with her mouth but had another place for it in mind. My sister sat down to watch as my new playmate pushed me on my back, straddled me, and I became a man of the world as her dark-furred pussy hid my pecker from the light.I reached up to play with her little titties as she bounced and it didn’t take very many before I groaned my first load into the place nature intended. We established the rules of the game and the cards were dealt. I lost the first hand and was forced to remove my bra. I didn't care about being topless in front of my friends—after all, this was only a fantasy—but I knew I couldn't afford to lose another hand or else my plan would come crashing down around me.Candy lost the next hand. Her breasts were perfect. Big enough to satisfy any living being, be they male or female, yet as perky as a nubile teenager's.It was now a tie. Whoever lost the. Dad was properly stunned, and from that day on, both mom and dad calledme Elizabeth, or sometimes, Beth. I began to grow boobs soon afterthat, and once they started, it seemed to happen rather quickly,because it wasn't long before I no longer needed the breast forms. Myparents sent me to a "charm school," so that I would learn how to walk,talk, sit and so on, "like a lady," the teacher said, but for me, itwas more. I had to learn how to be fluidly graceful, something thatwomen seem to be born.