I tended to believe her; she was as healthy as a woman could get.I zoomed past a D cup, and it didn't take long for me to start flowing over the top o... one. The girls inmy gym class notice (how could they not). It solved one problem for me: no one belied I got surgery or used fake boobs to get my size. It was obvious to everyone that I was growing these things on my own. My gym teacher, used to the problems of devoping girls, did what she could. She brought in a bra fitter, and one day, instead. “I don’t mind,” I reassured her quickly. “I meant what I said.” There was another long pause. “I don’t want to get attached to you. I already am, far too much. I don’t want to go to the cafe and not find you there one day.” The vulnerability suddenly evident in her face took my breath away. “Don’t tempt me!” she hissed, schooling her features, but I had seen too much. I couldn’t let it rest. An idea occurred to me. “I - I could live with you. You’d not have to worry about finding me. I could. ”“It’s the same. I can’t believe we shared this secret.”“I know...”.Loren looked me in the eyes as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She briefly held it in front of her, and then let it slide off her shoulders, to be tossed aside.Her breasts were fairly large, a generous “C” cup. They sagged some, but were quite shapely. Quite pale inside the tan lines, I could see the delicate tracery of veins beneath. Her nipples were brown, large and stiff, with large aureoles, all crinkled with. Once I had access to the transports’ databases, I was able to start writing notes to her.” Luisa stopped and rubbed her temple. “Something has been bothering me, though. Two somethings, actually. First, I don’t know why her location was inscribed on the map, in Sumerian, way over in the next star system.”Aaron leaned back in his chair. “That’s a good question. The shuttle you found wasn’t capable of making that flight on its own, and there was no base or outpost nearby.” He shrugged. “Maybe the.