For many a lovely man, a girl could never have too big a chest it seemed. Ilove men: adore girls. At sixteen I was yet to discover too, my real sexual...orientation. When wemet later in our teens, one girl who had been particularly nasty to me whenwe were both children at school together, clearly longed to get her hands downmy cleavage. What joy it was to be adored by her, to deny her, to realise thepower of my beauty and the beauty of my stupendously huge firm breasts in particular??? Why should. Dejected, I steered slowly to the frozen foods,imaging little solace in a micro waved meal. As I examined my choices, debating mentally between the lasagna and the pizza, the air around my was stirred, a swirl of hair brushing past. ‘If you really want comfort food, you need good home cooking’, she called as she spun away again, this time headed towards the checkout counters. Her voice was musical, a perfect alto, richly resonating, echoing in my ears. Instead of the pre-cooked meal, I selected. We shared a cup of coffee and then when i was chatting with her in the apartment her brother came in he was not so handsome kinda a geek but had a very good height about 6'1". So Days Passed by me and angela became like best buddies and i got acquainted with his brother "Bob". So last Saturday i was kinda drunk coz my life was going no where i dint get admission in NYU and my current job as a Assistant in fashion firm only allowed me to get coffee for my boss and her boss. I usually shared this. “Wow. I’m lost for words. You all look amazing.” I said.Just then the phone rang inside the house and Grace ran in to answer it. While she was inside I picked up the sunscreen and offered to do the girls. Bridie turned around and stood with her back to me. “Please. We red heads need to use it all the time, so don’t miss a spot.”Just as I was finishing up applying the cream to Bridie, Grace came back out and said that Wendy was on the phone for Mel and Mel hopped up to go inside. Minutes later.