I saw Pa’s mouth open a bit and he was looking transfixed at my boobs.I felt realy hormy at this.And tried to fulfil the lust with my husband but in...vain.From then i started to give him all kinds of ways to watch my assets. When near him i would let my saree pallu slip as if it was an accident.Since i wear extreme low cut blouse he could see my assets.I would roll my ass and could sense him ogling at it. In this way i started making him desperate to the highest extent that my Pa who is decent. Are you alone?" Don't laugh. It's not funny...Yes I'm alone." Well, have you tried calling the hotel desk?" I tried that. It's late. All I get is the answering machine." I heard her struggling with the door."Damn! It's my nice summer skirt, too!" Oh Kimmy, I suppose all you can do is call 911." NO! Forget it. I'm not calling the fire department because my skirt is jammed in the door latch." An long pause followed. We were both thinking the same thing."What top are you wearing?" I'm wearing that. Atleast that’s what I thought. About C cups I’d say. She’s a bit boring to talk to, but really, I’ve become good friends with her by talking to her tits, and at that point, I doubted that she noticed. We’ve been friends since freshman year, because she used to go out with John. And this is where the story begins. It was the middle of summer and my cell starting ringing, which surprised me, because I rarely get calls. It was Samantha. She had an unusual, excited tone. “Tony! I’m back from my. “Beth, I’m going to pop your cherry now and it’s going to hurt. But, try and relax and it should start to feel good soon. I promise.” So I nodded my head again and he pushed forward in one full motion, popping my cherry and burying himself deep in my stomach. He didn’t lie. It was the worse pain I’d ever experienced in my life. It was horrible. But, he told me to try and relax. So I did. It stopped hurting and burning after I relaxed all of my muscles. So I leaned back, away from his shoulder,.