. drawing a finger cross your nipple, still hidden by the black silk of your bra, you moan . . . my kisses descend again . . . down your neck as your ...bra falls to the floor, leaving your mounds of perfect flesh exposed to my touch. You nipples stand erect as my fingers approach again, rolling their hardened nubs before my tongue joins, capturing your right nipple in my lips, you gasp as my tongue toys with your nipple in my mouth, your hands pressing my head towards your breast. Now the other,. Walking into stores with Camilla on my arm was quite an experience. I suppose the same thing had happened Monday when we were grocery shopping, but I'd been so overwhelmed by having her with me then that I'd paid little attention to anybody else. People, though, stared—not just men, but women too. She absolutely radiated beauty and sex appeal, and even little kids seemed to respond. Shop clerks were often tongue-tied when we asked for help; the first guy in the pet store stammered the whole. I moan. You lean forward and bite my earlobe, hard. My body clenches, trying to raise my breast further toward your mouth and failing. I feel myself getting hotter and wetter. My guttural moans escaping my lips involuntarily. I am so ready for you to fuck me.You pinch my nipples and I scream. My legs spread wider. My body aching to tell you to take me now. Take me with force. Please. My nipples are hard as rocks and my throat is closing in. please deliver me, give me that release.I feel your. I was agirl. I wanted to climb up on the roof and shout it to the world: I'm agirl! Somehow, I restrained myself. After several minutes of exploringevery inch of my new body that I could reach, I decided to jump in theshower.Oh, what fun it was to scrub my new body, to explore every crevice inthis wonderful way. Part of me didn't want to get out of the shower, butmy eagerness to get on with things eventually pulled me out from underthe warm spray. I headed back to Denise's bedroom--my bedroom.