It was then she realised that her breasts were inflating like balloons. She grabbed hold of them with her newly manicured hands trying to stop them gr...owing but it was no use and further more, felt so so good."Don't fight it." Purple told her as he walked over. He began to rub his hands over Vera's blouse, "Here. Let me help you."In a second Vera's blouse was replaced with a lacy pink bra that only just managed to contain Vera's gargantuan new melons once they had stopped growing. Her skirt also. . I guess I can see that. People don't just communicate with sound, though, you know that. There's all sorts of body language, there's even elements of smell in there." Exactly. That's the thing. See, someone deaf is obviously alien, because all the conscious bits of communication are gone, all the bits you think about have been taken away. Communication with them isn't natural any more."They use such a completely different way of thinking about how to convey ideas that you immediately see them. After he came in my asshole, the guys all cheered and patted him on the back. They asked me to stay bent over the table so each guy could get a close up view and take a phone picture of my wide open asshole with the winner's cum oozing out of it. Once they all took their photos I went to the bathroom to clean up a bit and put on my clothes. When I returned back into the room, they all clapped for me. Then they started to gather up the card, beer bottle and foods stuff from the table and some. They were a Tamil family, parents Mohan (52) and Sudha (45) and daughters Vanita (25) and Harita (21) Mohan was an executive with a big firm, heavy smoker and drinker; Sudha, his wife 5’4″, above average looks, a slightly dusky complexion and little plump for her age. Vanita was married and living with her husband in Bangalore. Harita was in her final year of university after. I moved in into their house, my relationship with everyone was quite cordial. Because of Mohan’s drinking habit, he and.