I told her no problem and I do feel much better since at last in my life trusting someone enough to be hushed mouthed enough to tell things like that ...hich went on while living on the farm.Even as I do now this many years later to tell it in writing if that’s a thing anymore, to have finally broken my chains that have bound me and dove into finally telling my story to you readers out there.I know one thing Patti wanted it after telling her the story she wanted exactly what I had gotten.Oh it. She was waiting for us. I picked up the goody bag and motioned that I wanted the heavy wool blanket as well.Brit was snoring on the couch. We spread out the blanket on the floor, lifted her onto it, then gently began rolling her into it. We wanted her mother calm and the princess to stay asleep. I opened the bag and began laying out the leather straps next to the roll. One last turn and she was on the straps. One started at her feet, the other by her head. When we were done, the roll was. My right hand rose to her cheek. My left strokedher bare arm. We both smiled warmly and now my eyes were moist too."How about we--?"I kissed her.It was just brief and just purely sweet; or it was meant to be; but itwent on and on until we'd both been swept up in it again, until we werealmost pawing one another in passion and delight.Eventually she pulled away and Sangeeta met my eyes with simplehappiness. "Let's get out of here," she whispered.I nodded."I normally don't snog blokes in the loo. " No, no, keep it the way it is," she said. One hand still planted on Dad's meaty shoulder, she reached back with the other, running her soft palm down my cheek. "Good fucking lord of monkey balls, it's big though."My hands cupped her huge breasts. Quite a bit bigger than Cindy's. They were nowhere near as large as Mom's monsters, but for her petite frame, they were awfully generous. And they felt wonderful. Her thick nipples were firm, but puffy, despite standing at attention so much that.