Achanak film me ek darawana seen aaya aur bhabhi ne mera haath kas ke pakad lia.Mera haath unke mast chuchiyon per kas gaye mujhe current sa laga .Bha...hi ke boob itane bade the ki mere ek haath main aaye nahi rahe the.Main paseene se bheeg gaya.Bhabi mujhe dekh ke muskara di.Ab maine apna haath hata lia.Thodi der baad bhabi ne phir se mers haath pakad ke uper ki ore kia.Main to dang rah gaya tha ki chuchiya nangi hai.Bhabhi ne apane blouse ke aage ke do batan khol diye the. Aur dono boob bahar. Her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. Her breasts till looked bloated and huge, of course. She wished there was a way to have about half of them removed. The rest of her looked more or less normal, at least in her own opinion. She shivered as the moisture evaporated off her skin, and watched as her nipples elongated and tingled. The urge to squeeze them was almost physical, but she resisted it. She shrugged into her bathrobe and ran a comb through her hair. Keeping it in a shag made it. ‘Yes it is my choice and yes I choose YOU!’ and he reached up and pulled his Roman collar off his shirt. Rita reached over and began undoing his buttons and he softly unbuttoned her summer sundress that buttoned all the way down to the hemline. His fingers soon were softly stroking her breasts and her nipples were hard beneath his shaking fingers. She was trembling also…from need and emotion. Soon his shirt was open and her fingers were circling his neck and down across his slightly hairy. There were evenings when he would have his cronies round to play poker and mum would be forced to serve them beer wearing nothing but stockings and if he lost more money than he had, mum had to pay his debts in kind.I watched many times through the partially open door as men unloaded themselves in her mouth, mum knew I watched too but never said a word about it to dad, towards the end she deliberately left the door open and I watched as she rode one of his mates or clung to their thrusting hips.