The pointed end had come to a stop just below her breasts. If it was allowed to rise that far inside her, she would never survive.Seeing the terror i... her victim's eyes, Alexandra reassured her. "Don't worry, my dear. I would never let you die so easily. As much as l would enjoy letting this lovely machine impale the life out of you, its main purpose is somewhat different than you may think." She flipped another switch, then slowly cranked one of the dials. The machine began to hum and an. Next comes the bra. Mom buys me a new bra every few monthsbased on how large of a bra size a "girl" my age should have growninto. The cups are filled with a flesh colored gel, while the bra itsself is the same blue color as my panties. If I had to guess I'd saythat I was now a B cup, but then again I'm really not sure how thatsize crap works.With that down I find that today mom's left me a denim miniskirt andwhite blouse to wear today. In the past mom used to let me wear shortsand jeans, but. When she got closer to me I realized she caught me staring at her by the smirk on her face, great, busted. As she walked by me I could smell her perfume, heavenly, it reminded me of a meadow filled with flowers on a warm summer day. Class went on, I couldn’t help but to glance over at her perky breasts every chance I got. After the hag was done lecturing us on something about bulimia I made sure that I left the room after her so I could get a good look at her from behind. Her body. .(Before I could finish, I thought that’s one hungry girl)A: yes please, chappathi is fine, thanks a lot!We had our dinner and I was immersed in music, she was on multiple calls. Until now I was sitting with my legs stretched across the berth & she, with her legs folded.She wanted to stretch her legs & so turned towards me. Only now, we were facing each other that I started to appreciate her. Even with just the poorly lit night lamp luminescence, she looked just splendid. She wore a denim jeans.