Tumko zada padna hoga mene kaha thik hai me kush b tha jab me ghar pe gaya to mom ne bola ke madam ka phone aya tha wo tum ko aaj raat apne ghar bula ...ahi hai study ke liya apni books lekar unke ghar chale jao mene kaha ke wo to 7 baje bula rahi the tab mummy ne kaha ke nahi wo abhi bula Rahi hai mena khana khaya aur unke ghar chala gaya jab me unke ghar pucha to dekha ke madam black saree pane huye hai aur unka blouse deep tha aur side se unki bra ke strip dikh rahi hai ye dhak kar mera lund. Why wear something that hurt and served no purpose? At first I was jealous of the girls in the class with large 'Knockers' as the boys called them, but then I noticed, that was all the boys were interested in. As far as they were concerned, a girl was just a motorised device to move two large fleshy 'Blimps' around.By the time I was fourteen and half, I had blimps of my own. I was still bra less though.It was inevitable really, I still allowed boys to kiss me if they asked, so it was not long. It would come to me in time, presumably after I sobered up more. I remember meeting my hubby in a bar, maybe the lobby bar of this hotel. My short, semi-sheer, dress showcasing my g-string clad assets and my freely swinging, brassiere-less boobs, which poked through the thin fabric revealingly, when aroused. The bar was buzzing, loud and crowded, despite the AC, the heat, from the tightly backed humanity, was rising, and incidental contact and bumping by other patrons was inevitable, but. "Good evening sir, how may I help you?" she said politely."With anything you want," I replied rather weakly. Ok, so self-confidence and snark didn't necessarily grant me any addition charm. She smiled and laughed slightly regardless, though, which only served to encourage me. I ordered some sort of combo and waited patiently for her to gather up the component parts.As she puttered back and forth, I looked her over more... thoroughly. To most guys, she would be average... young, and with all the.