Soon they became puffy and started to protrude from my chest.And then, like someone was blowing up a helium balloon . . . theybegan to inflate. I gri...pped them in a hopeless effort to stop it, butwithin seconds, flesh was pushing out between my fingers. Theyjust seemed to keep growing on, and on . . . until finally, theystopped. My small hands could hardly hold them up. I let go, andwatched a pair of the most incredibly formed breasts bounceseductively before my eyes. The weight and. Too bad I couldn't get to mine."You need my permission to open a business in this town." he demanded."This really isn't a business as such," I informed him."It's close enough," he demanded."And what does one have to do to get your permission. There are no profits to share." Then I guess we will just have to trade," he said expecting me to run and scream, I suppose."But I have nothing of value." I replied."Well you are a little older than I usually go for, but then you are still purdy and you. Her pussy was wet and her clit ached but she continued to dance for him. “Fuck me.” He whispered. Naveed was desperate to cum it was killing him to hold back but he did not want to disgrace himself in front of her. Instead he spurred her on to cum. Her movements were openly sexual now and he could see her nipples peaking over the lace of her bra hard and inviting to the touch. Her hands strayed downwards to her panties and she pushed her hands between her legs so obviously wanting to be touched. It's not about attracting attention.My happiest moments during this transition have been when I've gone outand had no special attention paid to me. I was seen as just another womangoing about her business, and it was marvelous. That's one reason I'vepicked the wardrobe I have, so I dont get people staring at me.This isnt about making people feel sorry for me.Anyone who knows my story knows I've had a few bad things happen to me.But I know others with lives that make mine look like a walk.