" That, and it's distracting," Meiersdottir agreed. "Their voices, too. At home women are sopranos and altos, here they're basses. The physiological c...hanges, you know. It's a pretty harsh bass, too. Most likely only one of the mothers will talk, that'll be Gagugakhing, the oldest of them. Just address yourself to her and ignore the others. That isn't rude, they're all mentally interlocked so you're just giving your visual attention to the one talking to you but you're really talking to all of. Her eyes were wide open in shock.Just a moment ago, Tina was standing in front of her mirror, admiring herself. She stood there unclothed, running her tender fingers around her nipple. They turned reddish as she pressed them between her fingers.Tina cupped her breasts with hands that could hardly contain them. It looked almost as if she was weighing them. Satisfied, she moved over to her flat belly. With her eyes shut, she started gently squeezing her belly. Breathing heavily, Tina slowly moved. All four plates above mine were engraved with the name “Rebecca E. Finklestein.” I looked at the numbers on the plaque. Becky had beaten my old record of 512 pounds with lifts of 513, 514, 515, and 600 pounds. 600 pounds? Was it possible for a ten year old girl to lift that much weight? Then I remembered the hulking mass of her legs and the rippling bulk of her glutes as she exhibited her physique on the soccer field. She could probably squat more if she wanted to.Out of grim curiosity I went. My sexual feelings got physically is only when I see gorgeous men on street and trains all I am wishing is how they can just take me than and there. The look on their faces turns me on only sexual affection I can ever get. Looking at them makes me feel shy and just wish they could fuck my brains out. This is where my sexual fantasies begin. I just wish he can have his way with me and make me feel like I am the only girl in the world. It is not long until he leaves or goes the way I am. I always.