Ozinski, I have a new baby at home, and every four hours or so I have to milk by breasts and save it for later," she replied, "but I'm having all sort...s of trouble with the stupid machine, and I just knocked a jar of milk on the floor, and well, nothing seems to be working out today!!!" Andy was listening to what Donna Wilkens was saying, but his eyes were riveted to the magnificent tits that sprung from Donna's slim chest! Andy remembered when his own wife, Sheila, was pregnant, but even on her. My father was very conservative in dress and behavior, a Bible thumper. He had us in church every Sunday morning and we spent the rest of the day studying the Bible. After his funeral, mother started letting her hair down. The day after we buried dad, she asked me to stop calling her mother and to start calling her Mandy or just "Honey." A few days after that, she swapped her mid-calf length dresses for miniskirts and thin, cotton blouses. Not long after that, she stopped wearing bras. I. .. intense.The mirror continued to hover beside the antique chest,daring me to peer into its crystal depths one more time.And I did.I was beautiful.More beautiful than I'd ever imagined, more beautiful thana boy has the right to be. A delicate, rose tint suffusedmy face, neck and shoulders. My lips looked darker thanblack cherries. My eyes were wide, glittering emeraldsflecked with diamond highlights. My trim, girlish figureseemed to have altered in the Alcove's muted atmosphere.Arms a little. He lightly bites my neck as he grinds his erection against me. It feels bigger, even bigger than Damien's. He bites me again, harder, I feel his fangs pierce my flesh, thin rivlets of blood start to slowly flow. "Yes, you are ready my dear. "In a flash my dress vanishes over my head, I stand completly naked as he circles around admiring me."You are absolutly exquisite my dear, exactly how I remember." I notice his clothes are already gone. I glance down. His cock is massive, I stare at it.