The way I figured it, Vicky had to have been the one to make the first move.I didn't want to wake them up and embarrass anyone, myself included, so I ...rabbed my sneakers and crept out of there as quickly as I could.When I got back home later that day, Mom and Victoria were gone. I stripped, tossing my muddy clothes onto the front porch, then showered and put on makeup. The big monthly trailer park party was scheduled for that night, and I wanted to look my best.My mind drifted away again to. D'accord, d'accord, Lisa. On se revoit demain matin. Lisa ?Oui maman ?Quelle grosseur ?"Lisa soupira."Maman, tu sais que je n'aime pas trop discuter de ça...Quelle grosseur, Lisa ?"...Gros comment, maintenant ?Je... je ne sais pas vraiment. Tu sais, c'est du sur mesure. Dans les magasins, ils n'ont pas...Gros comment, Lisa ?"Lisa, gênée, mal à l'aise, roula des yeux avant de répondre.On m'a dit... on m'a dit du "N" de bonnet. 34N.......Gros comment ? Des ballons de basket ? Des ballons de plage. Hence the long absence. I hope the readers and the authors are keeping good in these difficult and trying times.So here I am, back with my next story about . I am about to narrate a real-life story that happened in 2019 in my hometown Kolkata. The year 2019 started with some downs. I was nurturing a break-up but was also keeping myself busy in other possible ways.Months went by, and life, work got the better of me and kept me busy. But it kept me dry down there as well. I could have still done. When I first me my future wife I was driving around in an old Mini and those of you who have had one in the past you'll recall that there wasn't a lot of room in it for any sexual activities. About the only thing you could do was to get a tit fuck and only then if you sat astride her lap. This was at a time when she was very shy about her large tits, 34D, so my attentions to them at this stage probably had a big influence on her. Later when she was in her mid twenties I think she actually.