As the firm breasts swelled, his t-shirt began to groan under the pressure, quickly taking up the slack material and proceeding past that, the fabric ...training over the swelling mounds of tit-flesh. Morty tried to pull it off to release the pressure, but the breasts were growing even faster, and he shifted his weight against the extra mass of her chest as his breasts continued to grow, straining the shirt further outwards under the pressure of a pair of swelling breasts, remarkably firm with. It was the first week I had moved into the tower block. Coming out of the flat one morning, I felt something grasp my leg tightly. Looking down, it was a little blonde girl. With both her arms around my leg, looking up she asked me, “Are you, my daddy?” Coming to my aid, was her mother, Samantha. Pulling the child off my leg, she started to apologise, “I am so sorry about that. Whenever she sees someone for the first time, she presumes it’s her father.” That is how Samantha and I met. The short. “You’re so hard.” I whisper breathlessly, feeling intoxicated by the feeling of his body against mine.“I think you’re the one that’s hard.” He teases as he runs his hand over the erection bulging out of my underwear making me moan.“I think we both are.” I tell him quietly as in one quick motion I undo his trousers and pull them and his underwear down before he can stop me again. His erection springs out almost slapping me in the face.“I think you’re right.” He laughs as I stare at his massive. Then both of us left the venue in my car.We were driving back and Kavya was sitting on front seat with baby on her lap. We both looked at each other and smiled. It was more of celebrating the success of our plan. Yes. That phone was of my friend. I asked him to call me. And I asked Kavya bhabhi to act when my brother in law would be around her. Our plan executed quite well without giving anyone any reason of suspicion.We didn’t speak in the car but giving occasional seductive smiles to each.