The men I'd been with were the kind who would never be able to admit openly that they were gay. They were the kind who tucked their wedding bands into... their pocket as they came through the door of the gay bars, trolling for a receptacle so they could get off before they headed back to their nice houses in the suburbs. They were ashamed of themselves, and projected their shame onto me – treating me as though what I was doing made me weak and disgraceful.Those first few times had scarred me more. Her eyes seemed to be attached to her boobs. And it was distracting her in her play. But it hadn’t really mattered to Kate Beckett that she had lost that poker round. On the contrary, she’d wanted it to be over quickly, so she could do something about those staring eyes which had eyed her up and eaten her alive all evening. She wants it! Yeah, she definitely wants my tits as much as her daddy does! Maybe I let her suckle on me, like her daddy likes to do! Do you think, he’d join the game? Oh. The amount he injected into each nipple was enough to give him size D breasts. As long as he did not move or straighten up until the fluid cooled, about 20 minutes, it would form almost perfect breasts.When he straightened up about a half hour later, his breasts sagged, but not quite as much as a normal woman's. He was sticking out in a more pointed way than most women, probably because they had not had time to develop the normal sag. With the stretching his nipples had gotten, he had a very. After about twenty seconds I slapped him hard across the face, "Don't ever fucking do that again" I said sternly, he was still too shocked at being allowed to feel my pussy for the first time, to respond to my slap in the face, to notice anything else.Bolstered by the gulps of whiskey and my sudden aggression, I told the other boys, "Who ever swims the longest underwater, will go with me over there" and I pointed to a hut we all knew was deserted, "The winner shall see everything alone with.