I don't know if Amber had been there already, but she acted as though she had. She continued leading me into a spacious family room with dark red leat...her furniture."Sit down, Daddy Frank." It was more of a request than a demand. I gladly obliged. Amber unzipped her windbreaker, revealing a pink tank top with two big, red cherries on the front. Ironic, I thought, as this sexpot hadn't had her cherry for a while. Regardless, she looked delectable. She tossed the jacket aside and joined me on the. "Phlox doesn't happen to have a wheelchair, does he? I'm not sure I'm going to make it back." Ah we'll take care of that," Trip said and crouched down in front of her, presenting his back." I'm not so sure that a piggy back ride is a dignified way to travel for a Captain," Erika chuckled. "But what the heck, I feel giddy enough today!"As Trip rounded another T-Junction, he saw a solitary figure walk through the corridor in front of them."Delively fol Mistel Alchel," he sang in a high pitched. I remember the first time I ever felt the smoothness of women’s underwear, the sexiness of its cuts and the feeling of it snug on my girlish bottom and penis. Never caught, my obsession grew from just scouring my sisters’ closet to ordering my own wardrobe from random online stores. I soon amassed enough clothing to supply the female co-eds around the country. I would dress when I had the house to myself and the obsession grew from my lonesome to sharing it with others. Finding sites online. Though she had lost the ability to breastfeed, her breasts had the potential to create more cum than a normal vagina on an average woman. Her breasts were wired to produce cum indefinitely in the replaced milk glands, signals imitating the ones sent after childbirth. The cum would likely swell her breasts to an E cup before spilling from her nipples. From the doctor’s calculations, she would have to make her breasts cum every day or so to prevent an overflow. The doctor cleaned the spillage.