It starts to feel better so I slowly slide another inch inside.The pain returned more intense. My eyes are closed tight as the pain turns to pleasure ...so I slid down another inch.The toy is stretching my box to the max. I'm shaking a little now but I want more so I slide down another inch.I feel so full but I know there's more there. After a little rest I slide down more. This time there's no pain just pleasure. So I kept sliding down until I couldn't get anymore inside. It felt like I hit. "Do you mean like chronic backaches?" Bettina snapped, her voice makingeven her complaints sound pleasant. "Or having to pay $100 for a brathat fits? Or maybe you mean the little snickers you hear when you walkby or that fact that no one ever makes eye contact with you when youtalk to them? No, these breasts have to go."Bettina sat, her angered breathing making her chest heave."And this voice," she said clutching a hand at her throat, "this voicehas to go too! I sound like a ditzy airhead. . If there was only one, Moe could probably take him. Or if they had less lethal firepower. But no way could he beat them both. His only chance was to hope they didn’t look up. They lit cigarettes and bullshitted about their assignment “How long we gotta keep circling the place, Al? I could use a brew.” “Can it, Gus. You’ll get your sauce. Later.” Gus gnawed at his cigarette, not really smoking it, and checked the magazine on his gun. “Same crowd here tonight?” “Looks that way.” Al took a long. My brother use to sleep only in shorts. I always tried to peep thru it.When my brother came inside an settled down I asked him can you do me one favor. I am hurt, can you apply some powder. My brother told why not and went to take the powder. I removed my petticoat and covered my boobs using it with only panties on me. He came near me and asked where to apply I removed my petticoat and exposed my boobs. He immediately turned to other side and asked what happened. I said I am hurt on my boobs.