” “Would you like to kiss them?” No, my mind screamed. I don’t want to kiss them! They are saggy and wrinkly and I don’t like you! Instead I... used my sweetest girly voice. “Yes, please may I kiss them, Auntie?” She mashed my face against her breast, which felt hot and soft, and I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around her huge nipple, sucking and licking for all it was worth. “That’s a good girl,” she moaned, guiding my head to her other tit and making me repeat my ministrations there. Then. . you look like you're about to parch. Sweat is dripping off your chin. Come inside and I'll fix you something to drink... if you want." Mrs. Grogan looked Jeff up and down as she motioned him out from behind the container."Yes ma'am... ah... sure, that would be nice," Jeff stammered."Unless you think he won't be able to get back home," she said."Who?" said Jeff."Your dog!" Helen replied with raised eyebrows."Oh... ah... yeah." Jeff's heart was pounding so hard he thought he might be near. After giving it some thought, he'd come to realise that he'd enjoyed theattention, and if girls we're treated like this all the time, then whywould anyone want to be a boy?Bab's was busy in her office organising for the new school year, at thesame time putting in place the tour plans for the investors that would bevisiting the school that week when the phone rang."Hello" Hey there Barbara, it's Given's here" a gruff voice at the other end ofthe phone replied."Oh hello Mr Givens, how are you. Open. I mentioned the comment about babies. We’ve talked. My opinion is that this family NEEDS to replicate in the interests of staving off societal decline.“You sound like me!” Mandy chirped. “And yes, after you’re officially married, and like, eighteen or something...” she giggled. “You get pregnant, then about seven months later I get pregnant.”Ben was watching our faces. “That’s a plan.”“We’ll be good parents,” Mandy said. “We learned, right?”“Yes,” Ben answered.After that, things got.