Their great weight pulling against my chest and shoulders felt so weird that I couldn't imagine ever getting used to them. My nipples, formerly virtua...lly nonexistent, were now much larger, about the size of quarter dollars. They erected immediately when I touched them with an exploratory finger, sending strange feelings rippling through my brain as my boobs jiggled wildly in reaction. I hefted my mammaries and sighed. My supple breasts overflowed my small, girlish hands with a smothering;. This episode is an incident during the Vishu Pooja we always used to do every year. My father had not yet moved to Dubai. Ashok was his very good friend and often used to visit on weekends.My father and Ashok would get drunk till late midnight. As my father would doze off, Ashok would romance with Mom in the kitchen and lawn many times. This episode is the beginning of their sexual romance. The beginning:She was standing near the cupboard, trying to fish out the remaining money she would need. “I might,” said Cindy.“I’m so fucking horny,” Stacy said.“Me too” said Cindy.“I know! Let’s move my bed right under the window! Chuck can have a better view then! That should get us a big tip!” Cindy said.“A big, fat, spurting tip!” Stacy agreed, “With lots of creamy white sperm!”“Stacy, you are such a whore!” Cindy laughed.“I saw the way you were rubbing that guy’s cock, slut!” Stacy said, with feigned indignity. “I thought you were going to pull it out right there in the doorway and give him. Our faces met and she cheekily gave me a quick peck on my lips.. this sent me nuts as from past we would always go mwah cheek to cheek .. One night at guest meal time my GF was either not well or had a moody on . Her Dad, sailed plain through all of this ... dinner and dishes done they would often want to pay me for helping but I never wanted or asked ,, Pam her name , my future mother in law.. called me down to the kitchen basement and asked me to arrange the breakfast tables and stuff for the.