She wept openly when I put it on my platinum card."Listen, puta," I had teased, "you got me into this mess three months ago. I'll be damned if I'm goi...g it alone."I had kissed her softly on the cheek to soften the faux blow."Besides," I had cooed, "you deserve it."There was more champagne and canapés when we arrived, plus an honest-to-God string quartet in the main salon and a harpist in the smaller 'Conservatory' — what, once upon a time, had been the Reference Room. This was rare air, even. I just nodded."I'm still dressed so let's get you dressed and while you finish up I'llgrab your bag and call Lisa and Andrew to meet us at the hospital," Momsaid handing me a pair of stretch pants and a sweatshirt.By the time I had them on she had already put the bag in the car and wason the phone with Lisa.Once she came back in she helped me with my socks and shoes, guided me tothe car and helped me in."You okay?" she asked."Ye, Yeah!" I told her, trying hard not to hyperventilate."This, this. I closed without any doubt and was waiting for aunty’s next move. She was in her nighty. She held my hand and placed it on her breast over the nighty. I could feel the bare breast over the nighty.She has removed her bra. Next, she moved my hand slowly to the unbuttoned part of her nighty and placed my hand on her bare boobs. This was the first time I sensed the beautiful big round boobs without any fabric under my palm. She told me to keep my eyes closed and feel the boobs.She asked me, “What. I wore chuddidar, skirts and t-shirts. The t-shirts and chuddidar tops would have deep cut in front that would show my 34-inch breasts. The skirt would be knee length and a bit loose so that once in awhile it would fly and give nice view of my milky thighs or if I wore chuddidar the pant would be very tight so as to stick to my legs and give a clear outline of the structure. I watched the men staring and that would always made me wet and I had to masturbate in the privacy of toilets or at.