“Thanks,” she chuckled, “I guess you must like my tits in particular.”He blushed and pulled his eyes away. But again, he could be every bit as...frank as his cousin. “Yeah, well it’s hard not to look when you put them on display like that. Sorry if staring makes me come off like a slack-jawed moron.”“It doesn’t. You’re right that I wouldn’t wear stretchy tops like this if I didn’t want people to look. In fact, the only reason I’m wearing a bra is because Mom insisted. She can’t stand. As those who have read the previous chapters know, as well as those who have read my blog posts about this, the closer I've gotten to an actual relationship with her, the more I've been uncertain about how long I would keep this story/journal thing going.Now that Bridget and I have taken the plunge (not that plunge, yet ;-), it no longer feels like the right thing to do, nor does it even feel fun anymore to write details about what she and I are up to, at least in such a public forum. Probably. Furthermore, the breasts themselves proved unstable." Unstable?" My already high-pitched voice jumped a notch. I suddenlyregretted groping the thing so roughly. "They're not gonna... explode,are they?"K laughed. "No, Mr Sanders. Unstable in that the compound used to formthe breast has an unfortunately short lifespan. Though it draws a certainamount of its nutrients directly from your body to remain 'alive', itnevertheless begins to wither and die after a few weeks. Much like. One day when there wasn’t any1 in office, I told Mukta casually a friend of mine was looking for an actress of her age, she immediately jumped the opportunity and said can I try? I said of course…I gave her a shady studio’s address and asked her to be there tomorrow around 6. I. Also told her to wear something rich and exclusive. She just smiled like a Randi. Next day, I met her in office and was disappointed in seeing her in her jeans and t-shirt. But she assured me she has something else inn.