A lame mother was hard enough to bear, a lame mother who has already had to buy her daughter one full set of new bras is harder still to bear... and i... my chest doesn't stop growing real soon, mother's going to have to get a third set in two months. And if the lamers at school notice, they are going to start making cow jokes and never stop."Kristie," her mother demanded.Oh lame, Mother. There is no one else in the house! Get real! I mean, we both know who I am, or are you starting to wish you. Luckily the plan worked and my round tits drew the eyes of several guys, but one in particular who took it on him self to come over and talk to me the whole night. His name was Andrew, a tall, dark skinned, athletic type. Eventually, after many drinks, we found an empty room at the house we were partying in and I finally started what I had been imagining for the longest time. Luckily I could say I wasn’t a virgin as a cucumber stole my V card. When we got into the room he grabbed my waist and. The realisation was quite a shock, and I tried to push him away in disgust, but he persisted, and managed to get a good strong lick right up my cunt to my clit. Already fairly aroused by my own efforts, the rough texture of his hot wet doggy tongue on me was electric, and I stopped pushing him away. Instead I watched helpless as his big furry head lapped greedily at my vagina, quickly bringing me to a shuddering orgasm. That, though, I thought was enough and I got up, getting ready to get. "Yes," she yelled back.I had no idea what she had down there that I needed to see, but I was a little anxious to find out. I came down there, and she was in a little room all the way on the other side of the basement. I slowly walked over there, and I found her with some new stuff. She was wearing a new leather outfit, and was surrounded by a variety of different things. I had to wonder what was going through her mind."Now we can have some fun with all this stuff, some kinky fun," she.