Mainu fuddi chanat da bot shounk hai main apni juban bahar kadi te usdi duoble rotty wargi kuwari choot nu chatan laga paya us de mu ch ah ah Ahhhh co...e on bhaji hor jor naal chato bot maja a reha margi oh ohojhooh yes yes de naal hee oh mera sir apni fuddi te ghuttan lag payee us dee fuddi cho namkeen pani bahar on lag paya fe main ruk gaya te us nu apna lund choopan layee keha kee dassan yaar oh te jiven lun dee pukhi see ek dam mera lund apne muh ch pa laya te jad tak sara anadar le gayee. It'sgradually getting difficult to conceal them."He nodded. "Yes, I've been there, done that. Recently I've been bandagingthem, but for long periods of time that's not very comfortable." How big are yours?" About... well, since you showed me yours, I really ought to, too." Hetook off his pullover and the undershirt. He had genuine breasts. I mean,real breasts like a girl as far as size was concerned. Smaller than mybreast forms, but at least an A-cup."Your breasts are very pretty."Somehow the. "I just didn't want you to see them and think that I was a bad person for...... you know." Know what?" I quizzed him with my chin back on my knee and my thighs deliberately parted for his pleasure. "That I.....you know.......you know." He was stammering now but couldn't take his eyes from up my skirt and the sticky pink strip of nylon between my legs."I don't know what you're talking about." I honestly told him, but I presume he thought that I was still tormenting him. "Lindsey!" He gasped,. She was every bit as graceful as I remembered her from the second grade. I kissed her on both cheeks and hugged her tight. Gone were her horn-rimmed glasses in my pictures. She was fuller than the teacher I recalled and I loved how she looked and felt, pleasantly soft to my touch, womanly at the hips. Her hair was shoulder-length, a tousled, honey blonde. Once more, my mouth was dry. So many years, so much water under the bridge. We were tucked away in a cozy corner of the restaurant as I had.