01-19-2019, 07:14 AM
I decide to leave my breasts and wig on last night while I slept. And waking up this morning, I felt so good. My breast, still round and firm, tightly attached to me. Like they were meant to be. Cupping them in my hands. Caressing them. Oh what a heavenly feeling. Nothing shifted. My hair still in place. I just wish the hands cupping and caressing my breasts belonged to a man. Of course, if that had happened, I wouldn't be writting this now, I'd be writing a whole different story; much, much later this morning. Love, Michelle