We were sitting at the dining table, my mom was wearing a blouse a kind of skirt and a towel, if she is this dress and somebody comes to home, she wil... change to saree before meeting them.. I was wondering why she didn’t changed her clothes.. Me and my uncle were chatting something and she went to bedroom, i thought she went to change the dress, to my amazement her towel was missing, showing her navel and her blouse showing the full shape of her breasts , also at her back we could see her hook. ”“I have just had my heart broken.” I had to play along, didn’t I? Or our little deception would get found out.“I know. And I’ve told you I’m here to help. But I’m right. She’s not worth any more of your time. Or your tears.”“I thought you were her friend.”She didn’t answer for several seconds, then said, “Some things are more important than friendship.”I looked her in the eye, making sure I had her attention, and replied, “There’s nothing more important than friendship.”It took her several. "Thought so. Usually, I'd give you my standard half-hour lecture about bisexuality, but I know you, and it would be an insult to your intelligence. I'm going to assume that you will find a way to deal with it, because if you can't, you can NOT be a part of my life." Jason looked very thoughtful as he put the car into gear, and they accelerated down the street. After they were on the highway again, he asked, "So, where is this retreat of yours, my dear?" Mandy, who was once again in the front. Then we all dance and strut around the stage showing our tits as the guys pick the winner.One by one we dance and display our tits as the guys whistle and shout. Bigger the tits the more they shout. They love the D and bigger tits. The guys start yelling "take it off" and soon the shirts go flying. So now we are topless being sprayed with water. The MC has the best job. He is rubbing the water over our tits and enjoying feeling the big tits and nipples. We would shimmy and shake our tits for.