Now I ask myself how I’d feel if I and Ben succumbed to the inevitable and had a full-blown sexual dimension to our already perfect arrangement.Oh, ...my! ONE sentence and I already referred to ‘suck’ and ‘blow’. More food for thought. Or just plain ‘food’.But back to the possibility of Bink and Ben. Bink and I have been sharing since birth. Mom used to suckle us both, she tells me. Bink’s mom didn’t breastfeed, but my mom did. So me and Bink, we’ve been sharing.And Ben likes Bink. What if Ben. But Her bath powder and cream saw to that job, already. It had beenthree full days since I shaved, and I saw no sign of facial hair. Thenit dawned on me that Mistress wasn't talking about sissies trying tolook prettier in their new makeup. She was describing a kind ofemotional support those products would give us - a physical support,perhaps, with or without our masks."What could that be about?" I wondered. It was time to examine themakeup more closely.I found the zipper bag on my bathroom. *"This is as close as we can go, ma'am. Isabella will bring you the rest of the way in the launch."The captain and I lean on the starboard rail as the sea breeze caresses my long hair and plays with the hem of my light sun dress. He grips the rail with two hands weathered by wind and sun to the colour and texture of old leather.Ahead of us, a low and lichen-covered island blocks the entrance to a small bay. In that bay, the captain says, is the most beautiful clear water, and soft white sandy. He said I too want her so u go n ready her for him also.Then we make a plan you come after half hour with condom’s not lock the door you come n catch us n blackmail her n enjoy. He agreed went n i went inside. When I enter she hugs me tightly n we started kissing, she taste very sweet. She closed her eyes n keeping kissing me n i started pressing her boobs n feeling her body. We keep on kissing n I took off her t-shirt n she did not said anything then bra then started sucking her boobs. What a.