Or Hungarian. Or Welsh and certainly not Irish Gaelic. But you see what I mean. So when I pointed out '34B' on the end of a box, if you could read the... you would have no trouble finding another the same. But she couldn't, the figures meant nothing. And another thing. If she was, as she claimed, a Genie, then where the hell was the magic? I wasn't supposed to be buying her clothes, she was supposed to be making me rich, and all she had done so far was provide a sword and armour that I'd have. Uncle gave a whisky bottle asked her to serve she went to all of them sat in their lap poured the drink and make them to drink mom also drank everyone except the driver drank, and got nude everyone is high and ran towards mom one uncle put her on the couch spread ed her legs I was thought of he is going to fuck her,for my luck they were playing with her he handcuffed mom and tied her legs very strongly . She was totally tied up and cant move an inch everyone was playing and I just looked at her. Dresses,jewellery, swimsuits, makeup, and so on. What would I have given for justone boyish video game. No, I thought, what would I give to have my penisback! But I didn't say a thing. I smiled and modelled all my gifts for myfamily.My little brothers was surprisingly good about it. There was no teasing,I was just Paula, their sister.A couple of days after Christmas, it was time for the inevitable. Time toface Grant, Simon and John. I'm not sure when they heard the news.Perhaps they got the. "I don't know, I wish I had something that showed a bit more..." Justine motioned down at her breasts as she looked over at her mother.Justine had always felt that she could ask her mother anything, something that Debbie had felt proud of."Trust me, you don't need to show anymore to get a guy's attention." Debbie told her daughter as she knew what she was talking about.Downstairs the doorbell rang as Harold Jensen, Justine's father walked over and opened."Hello sir, I'm here for Justine.".