The damned thing even allowed thebump of his enlarged nipples to stand out through the shirt and seemed toonly be there to draw attention to the heavi...ng, straining bosom Johnsported."I-I-" John stuttered in incomprehension."Chill out, sweetie!" said Rachel in response to John's apparentconfusion. "You are rather busty for a school girl. But I suppose sillylittle bimbos who get themselves held back just get longer to develop." "Huh?" replied John, still flabbergasted, approaching outraged as. These thoughts were proved right, because now her nipples were poking through the fabric of her blouse and saree. Now it was already half an hour passed after Ramesh left. Her stares, the free talks, enjoying my jokes, etc made me to step up the boldness.I decided to stop beating around the bush and poke straight into the bush as soon as possible. I told her as if it is a decision, that Priya, I know that you are eager to see and enjoy my cock. I have seen you staring it lustily. To tell you. Here," I said, pulling her hips back onto mine. "This will distribute the weight more evenly, and give you some leg room." Mom shifted to get comfortable and leaned her back into my chest. I sighed as the bus started to move.I should have thought it out more. I was only wearing board shorts and flip flops, with no shirt. Mom was in a one-piece swimsuit with a sheer top. I wrapped my arms around her waist to keep her from moving over the bumpy rural roads, but with every bounce I felt her thick. So here I was completely out of my mind desperately staggering through the airport in Rome. About 5 hours beforehand I'd gotten drunk and swallowed a litre of cheap corked wine (not fun) and if I didn't have friends with me I wouldn't have made it through the front door. But with them half carrying me I made it to boarding where I had an hour to sober up. Leaving my friends I practically collapsed into a stall in the airport toilets not aware enough to lock the door. One disgusting thing led to.