It would have been enough to make me come even without the feel of her enormous breasts and fleshy bottom. *With* the feel of them, I came over and ov...r again!Meanwhile, month by month, inch by inch, Tanya's breasts got even more huge! By the time she was ten and a half, she needed a bigger bra; as Mum had predicted, her E-cup was overflowing! Mum took her to the shops and they came back empty handed. Tanya told me she had been measured for a custom bra, as they didn't do one in her size.. Widener only served to raise more questions and expose more raw nerves. In his mind, he knew she was right; that those issues, all those dark suppressed memories had to be exposed and worked through one by one, but he didn’t know how much more he could endure. It was all moving so fast.He didn’t even have the solace of sexual release with Rhonda because it was prohibited, although she managed to sneak into his room the second night after their return to the home. They made love and clung to. ”“There are rules,” I said. “And they are inviolable.”Well, apparently not, at least in the case of rubbers with Fawn, but the other one was.“And these rules are?”“A recent STD test. And verified birth control.”“Dude, in six years, Curtis never touched me without a rubber. Do I LOOK like an idiot?”Now I was very glad I’d tossed a box of rubbers in my bag, though there was a drugstore around the corner from the hotel.“No. You don’t. But the STD test?”“I didn’t find out about Curtis and the slut. Around here, bigots seem to run in pairs. I’ve lost count of how many times I sat on the bus, reading my magazine Black Enterprise, only to hear some nasty comments being whispered by a white couple sitting nearby. Yeah, racists seem to travel in pairs here, especially in Ottawa. They’re always stunned when I confront them. I’m a Black man who lived in the tough world of urban America, not one of those meek African immigrants who live out here. I didn’t bow down to racist men and racist women.