There was a level of expectancy in her eyes.My reply was a little unsure, “I guess, a playful spank now and then. Nothing more than that.”I guess ...I already knew where this conversation was going and it became more obvious when Emma stood up. Every movement she made was performed in a slow manner. All the while, Emma looked into my eyes then slowly she turned her back to me and stepped towards the chair. Emma knelt on the chair; spreading her legs a little wider to gain stability. Her hands came. I rubbed my hard dick on her ass and pushed it into her crack. I began to slide my hand towards her pussy and one hand on her boobs. God they were fluffy??.Then I felt she also started to enjoy and she turned herself and kissed me on my lips. And we kissed madly and deeply for some time. I began to remove her saree vigorously and started to pinch her boobs over blouse.I then took her to the couch and pushed her into it and removed my shirt. I ripped open her blouse and now she was wearing a. My boobs would grow too, fill with milk to feedthe baby. Or babies. What if I was fucked by a really virile man and hegave me twins, or worse. How big would I get? How many babies could Imake? If I fill up with too many, surely they can't all fit inside me.I felt him hard up against me, my juices running down my leg, tolubricate his entry so he could fill me with his seed. Oh god I wantedit badly. I need my pussy filled. He entered me and began pumping me, meon my back with my large boobs. Your friend is quite a fighter. You were lost on impact.” The finality of death is finally sinking in now and tears again roll down my cheeks. I rasp another breath as the last 20 years highlights play in a loop inside my head, if my guide is speaking I can’t hear her right now, because I’m fifteen years in the past, right over there on that swing set playing with the other little girls. And then I’m somewhere else, fifth grade inside a classroom up at a board writing out a math equation and.