He lifted me up and set me on the concrete wall cap. He kissed me, and let his tongue crawl from earlobe to earlobe, down my neck to my cleavage, and ...then swirled one nipple, and then the other. He then took each nipple in his mouth, sucking and lightly biting each one. I was holding his head, screaming, "Don't stop!" He then spread my legs apart as far as they would go, and dropped to his knees. He squeezed both boobs, and tweaked the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He started. But some days back I used to wear 38 sized bra and when I became pregnant they were fitting tight, I started to wear size 40 bra.”Abbas said –“after getting pregnant, does the breasts increase in size.”Mom said –“yes, milk starts to come in the breasts. And hence the size also increases.”Abbas said –“what size are you wearing today.”Mom said –“I don’t know, it may be 38 because it is getting a little tight.”Abbas said –“so mom why don’t you change it.”Mom said –“yes good idea. I will change it. He looked at his mother as if searching for permission to use the word Cunt. However, he himself would never have said it.“This is a cunt,” Betty reiterated. “If it makes you more comfortable to call it a thing that is okay, but just understand I have a lot of things hanging off,” Betty bent her knees slightly in a cute pose and jiggled her tits. “When your mother and I were growing up, only the sluttiest women shaved their cunts. They were considered whores. It was initially degrading to be. .. particularly for Carmen, who was left to limp near the rear of our party with only a walking stick to help her. By the time we made it to the big valley, her feet were covered in blisters.She wasn’t the only one hurting. My people found out the price of riding a horse everywhere or driving a wheeled vehicle. We’d become soft. Not as soft as Helen, Carmen, or Gus, but soft compared to what we’d been when we hadn’t had horses. Even my feet were hurting.The long trek did allow us to get to know.