Guys love redheads.”“They love blondes.”“But they also love big boobs,” she said. “Maybe I like little boobs,” I told her, winking. She ...smiled at me as her fingers found the clasp. Her brow furrowed as she struggled to undo it. “This is different than doing it to my own. It feels backward and... There we go.”I sat up, pulling off my blouse while she drew down my bra. The straps slid down my forearms and over my hands. She pulled the cups away from my breasts. They jiggled as they spilled free,. I placed my hand on her arm, and concentrated on sending peace and comfort to her. She took a deep shuddering breath, and then sighed and began her story.“My parents were farmers. We were fairly poor. For as long as I can remember, Mum was up at dawn working out in the paddocks. Dad would be shifting sprinklers, or spraying crops, or raking up seed beds, or any one of a hundred jobs that needed to be done. When I was old enough to work, I would go out and help them before they sent me to. Giggling and laughing, the girl splashed water at them and playfully tried to grab at their fins as they passed, the pod making excited sounds, their soft bodies occasionally brushing against Becky's naked skin, tickling the girl and making her laugh all the more.Taking it as some kind of hint, Becky took a deep breath and dove down as far as she could, the girl grinning a bit as she twisted in the water, the cool water hardening her young nipples even as it made her feel free and totally alive. Any how now I got there with lustful eyes and planning to do something but what I have to do as no idea is passing near my mind. My hand have still the feeling of the softness.My mother observe the disturbance but she doesn’t say anything. Though there is no sign of cleavage but I was still staring at her boobs at cleavage end. Have no guts to do anything. In the meanwhile the door knocks and breakfast was ready to serve.After having breakfast we were watching tv as I have to wait a little bit.