She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would grow, but nothing seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she’d gotten off the Internet— she�...��d drunk whole milk every day for a year and had nothing to show for it—nor did the suggestions from her friends.She played with her nipples when she masturbated.She secretly bought a breast pump and placed it over her little buds, hoping the suction would grow them.She wanted them to be bigger. She’d settle for a B-cup. Something more than the little. I wasn'tawake enough to disobey - I obeyed without thinking, knowing what this wasgoing to do with me. And within seconds, it was lights out for me oncemore.When I finally did wake up, I could feel his hands gently stroking mylegs. This time, he allowed me to wake up. Again, it took quite a while.He had one hand stroking my thighs, and another stroking my head and hair.When I finally opened my eyes and adjusted to the light, I saw that I wasin HIS bedroom, not mine, lying on HIS bed, while he. She hesitantly asked me are you in to anything special on next Sunday and I replied nothing in particular. She asked do you like to have lunch at my place. I was bit taken back and I did not have any wrong intention towards Doreen. I accepted the invitation from Doreen.Whole week went by nothing special happened. On Sunday Doreen did come to the store in the morning just reminding me about the Lunch at her place that afternoon and went home. Soon it was getting in to noon and it was closing. She was 21 then, in the final year of her college, very fair in complexion, a bit plump, carved out face, big eyes, and pink lips heavy and curvy boobs n shaky hips and totally a delight for the eyes, as I’ve always had a fetish for older women. She really had changed since I last saw her. She always had been close to me. We used to spend lots of time together and shared lots, be it any topic as soon as I reached her place she hugged me warmly with a warm sensuous smile. I had just entered.