It isn't the typical hug you give a friend you're happy to see. It's a "get close as possible, his hands on my hips" sort of hug. Absolutely pussy wet...ing. As we parted I looked up at him making sure my eyes would speak volumes so he would at least subconsciously get the idea of fucking me into his head at that moment. I thought to myself "you must act now, the chance is right in your face". Before he could even say a word to me I leaned over and whispered in his ear "you, me, any empty. Anyway enough of that lets get on with my story for many years he would take us out every second Sunday either to cousins, the beach, lunch and as always he had me right beside him or sitting on his lap saying that he wished he could make a little cut in his arm and tuck me in there or eat me up so I could always be with him. It never bothered me cause I thought my Daddy loved me so much he never wanted to let me go, only years later did I fully understand the true meaning behind those words.. I only had a modicum of difficulty in putting on the bra, thanksto my smaller frame and boyish flexibility. Nowadays I need to use theold 'hook-it-in-front-and-spin-it-around' trick.I stood there, looking down at the beige soft cup bra wrapped tightlyaround my 12 year-old chest and back. I looked down at the two smallcones of flesh I had on my chest poking through the nylon cups meetingthe seams but otherwise barely able to fill the cups out. I had beenteased by the boys at school for my chubby. 9 feet age 23 mera lund kafi lumba hai lekin fukni (meri aditi ne hi iska naam fukni rakha tha ) jaisa hai mtlb lamba or patla patla aditi bhut sunder h height bhi acchi hai boobs 34 hai baki figure mein bhi interested nhi hu or sayad aap bhi nhi honge hm dono ka 3 saal ka relation tha hm bhut pyr krte the ek dusre ko lekin dheere dheere usko lgne lga ki m uski care nhi krta kyuki m thoda study m busy rehta tha mil nhi pata tha (dusra usko shopping ka shauk tha or m uske sth jata nhi tha kyuki.