She, too, had large breasts, but she would never shy away from showing them off.~~"Mom, can I please have a breast reduction?" Baby, you are an incred...bly gorgeous girl. Your breasts are amazing. Just make sure you put lots of cream on them. Keep them nice and soft." Everybody stares at me. At work, my boss is always drooling at them." Baby, you are a beautiful girl. Maybe we should go shopping and buy you some clothes that show them off." No. I don't want to. I hate my boobs! I wish. HahahaMain-baho mein toh aaye koi fir baaki b le lengeAise hmari baat hui toh so gye. Next week main shift hua toh aunty aayi meri help ki smaan set krne mein. Fir hum thk kr baith gye aur baatein krne.Main-kya loge thanda ya garamAunty-smile ke sath garamMaine chai mngwayi bahr se pine lge aunty ko pasine se sb bheega hua toh usne pallu gira diya thoda neeche aur meri nazar uspe jaa rhi thi.Aunty-kya dekh rhe ho pehle nhi dekheMain-aise majboot tarbooz nhi dekheAunty-acha hsne lgiMain-uncle. ”I opened my bag and showed her the pot of pink hair dye.“Lizzie Ferris gave me the rest of her hair dye. I’m going to dye my fringe when I get home.”Holly laughed. “You do know your mother will kill you.” She had a point. I might have been almost eighteen and saw myself as an adult, but I was still my mother’s little baby girl. I still shuddered at the memory of my mother shouting at my brother the time he came home with a mohawk.I grinned at Holly and shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’ll still be so. Claire was the only person I had ass-fucked outside the office.Of the other regulars, Honeybee stopped for a while after marrying her big-dicked boyfriend and changing from a Churchill to a Ralston, but she lasted less than a month before capitulating and seeking my ass-fucking services again.I think Penelope DeVere would have offered to marry me, or at least offer me a job as her concubine, if I’d had the right ancestry, because physically I was giving her exactly what she wanted and I was.