What is it bothering you? You just want to know why my breasts are big or you want to see them?”“I don’t think he would mind seeing them,” Lak...hmi was not stopping being sarcastic. “He wasn’t even afraid staring at my breasts.”Deepak’s head went down again. Priti’s eyes stared at her mother with glowing anger. “There is a hint of pride in your statement,” Priti said forcing a smile. “I somehow feel you are excited a bit about your son staring at your breasts.”“Stop it!” Lakshmi yelled.“Deepak,”. We were silent for long seconds, and she finally commented: “It doesn’t just suck. It’s really sort of a ... um ... suck suck suck. Know what I mean?”“Yes,” I commented, nodding. “It’s modulating pressure. It’s mimicking the sucking of a baby.”She kept staring at it, and slowly, a sort of dreamy smile formed on her lips. I had her switch it off, then made her fit it to her other breast and start it again, making sure she understood the process completely. After several minutes, I turned it off,. . Oh, she went pretty far with this little edging game in her mind. It was something different than just getting horny and jacking off the first occasion she got. The feeling was intense, crawling, and fairly horrible. Yet, she was doing it to herself. Olivia opened her eyes and looked cautiously around. She got up from the chair, her skirt falling down to cover her in a way already familiar. She moved her horny pity party onto her bed and sat down again, this time straddling a pillow, not. Ms. Carlson was also waiting tables, and when she saw me her mouth dropped open. I turned bright red. She wordlessly handed me a small apron, which held the order pad and several pencils, and finally told me to take the south wing.It didn't take long to forget how I was dressed. Except for the occasional whistle when I bent over. I quickly learned to bend some at the knees rather than only at the waist. We were busier than normal, and soon my head was spinning and my feet hurt.It was about five.