Now, what about before? We have all evening together. Oh, I know. They have some porn tapes, maybe I could get him to put one on so we could watch tog...ther. But could I convince him that I was old enough?Hmm, I don't know. Fourteen. Damn, I wish I was older. Well, maybe I could wear something to get him interested. Like a tee with no bra. Maybe I'll try that. With my cutoffs. Yeah.So, when he got home from work, I was in my tee and shorts, they did look pretty hot in my mirror. Mom had already. The girls at school used to describe them as 'fried eggs'." So every man is looking for beauty and big tits?" Yes ... No ... I suppose not." And you wear clothes that hide them like the loose, thick cotton blouse you had on at work and the jumper you're wearing now." I've got nothing to show so why bother showing what's not there." My tits aren't much bigger than yours do you think I should hide them?" No, yours are so pretty." And there's the only difference, I know my tits are small but I. Store bought OJs all around and coffee for the old guy. They came in together, all smiling broadly as they returned the favor of the wake up kiss, each one had lipstick on that I would have to wipe away before going to work, but if that were the worst of my day I could live with it. We ate quietly and barely discussed what had changed over the weekend, but the knowledge of the newfound joys hung sweetly within each one of our minds, I knew my own thoughts and could see the inner smiles in each. One of them asked me what my age was. When I said 21 some of them had smirks on their face. Then they asked what do I do and someone chirped out “Dekh ne se hi to pata chalta hai kya karti hogi” And everyone laughed.I was sitting with my saree close to me and my legs tight. Someone took my saree and threw it away. Now my front was also visible. They could see by big breasts with nipples trying to tear apart me bra and my sexy hour glass figure. By that time I was hot with embarrassment and.