The guy who had been tickling my balls whispered with his face right up to mine. He kissed and slobbered at my neck and I tried to pull away. “Now d...n’t be shy, we’re al boys together here. Relax and have some fun”. He put his hand behind my head and tried to turn my head so he could kiss me on the lips. “So you don’t want to kiss huh? How about we try something else?” The three of them laughed at my discomfort. The guy in front of my once again dropped his hand to my groin, but this time he. My grandfather is 50 years old and is the zamindar (landowner) of the village and owns all the farm land. Everyone who stays in the village works for my grandfather. He is very tall and dark. His body is like a wrestler. His usual dress is a short vest and a dhoti. The dhoti is tied in such a way that his dick and balls hang in a sort of pouch in the front. The size of this pouch is almost like a medium sized papaya. Yes, his dick is about 6” when it is loose and his balls are the size of. I was standing on a cliff somewhere hot and dry, a desert I think, I looked around and saw a couple of men trying to force a woman to have sex with them. I hated men that did those kind of things. I ran over and knocked them away, I swooped her up in my arms and looked around and spotted a car, it must have been the guys, I put her in the passenger seat and got in the drivers side and floored the car, we flew across the desert for what like seemed like hours, until we came upon a stretch of. I quickly removed my shirt and thenpoked at my chest which now seemed to be sort of swollen. I was stillpoking at my swollen chest in worry when my Mom came in to check on me.Mom stood there for a moment and stared at me with wide eyes andexpression of confusion. Then she abruptly blurted out, "You've gotbreasts..." What?" I responded, looking down at my chest and then suddenlyrealizing that they were swollen on each side so that they did almostlook like small breasts. It also suddenly.