This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Oper...ators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your. ‘Watch him and if he comes too in the next few minutes punch him again, or if you are to much a wimp for that just let me know and I’ll do it.’ She turned back to me as I was adjusting my pants to make more room for my now very hard cock, it was beginning to hurt. ‘My my, is that a rocket in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?’ ‘Glad to see you my glorious almost naked Eve.’ ‘Shit howdy do I like the way you talk. You need some special reward for that poem you said, and I know just what. It's like being in Hermione's bag. It never ends and there is always more to it than you thought. The tent expands within without making the exterior bigger. As soon as you enter you find your outfit. It's a wine red ruffled skirt that falls to mid thigh. The top is a red and black trimmed corset that laces up the front. There is a black vest that goes over the top and some sexy ass boots that come to mid thigh only about an inch short of the skirt. You never used to get excited about clothes. He got up to go get them and felt the newweight of the breasts pulling at the skin, as he turned to the livingroom, they swung to the left and then returned to the front and theybegan to bounce, as he made his way to the living room. Every step hetook, he could feel them pulling at his skin. The adhesive was verygood, he almost forgot the reason he had them, as the discomfort wasturning to pain. No, he thought, it is just the newness of the breastforms, he would have to get used to it. He.