Boobs are a part of life; you’re going to see them. But this is something new. I see her breasts, and all I can do is imagine touching them, holding... them, squeezing them, licking them, biting them, tasting them. They are different than a shoulder or a stomach. They aren’t simply beautiful; they’re mesmerizing. I feel heat running through my body, down my stomach and up my thighs to my crotch."I can smell your hunger,” purrs June without opening her eyes.“I love your tits,” I mumble. June sits. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, he was not a TV person so these shows go over his head, 'But to do that on TV', he continued, but our worldly wise daughter, at sixteen added, 'She ruined it by gagging', at that point I stopped and looked at her, as she casually continued eating after throwing that little gem into the fray.'What's Gagging', asked my curious husband, and before I could put the answer in adult terms, my daughter chimed in with a classic, 'Doing a Linda Lovelace without. Eloisa smiled and said, " Isee you get the picture now Bobbie! As well as enjoying the feathers as a specialtreat and because we can all see you are a tit man you can kiss our tits! Doyou think that will get you off? Or maybe if you lick our nips really nicelywe will slip up and let you come! Imagine how nice it would be to blow a load!" Bobmoaned and twisted in the tight scarves and tried to rub the head of his dickhard against the teasing feather of Eloisa. However she withdrew it a bit. It nevermattered to me, as she was on her back, but I had a feeling it wouldmatter to me now. Heather on the other hand, was the victim of severalhumiliating acts that I had bragged about, not the least of whichincluded me shooting my load into her beer as I was fucking her, andthen made her drink it. I was in big trouble, for sure. "I have wantedrevenge on you for so long," Heather snarled, as she dragged me downthe stairs. She was going too fast for me in my heels, and as Istumbled, she threw.