First would like to brief something about myself. I am 5’5” tall fair complexioned and my sizes are 44/28/36.It all started in class XII, when I s...arted facing a problem. I was under the inferiority complex because of my looks.Everybody is school, both boys and girls teases me on my big breast and always calls me Big Booby. But this was not my fault, this growth is not because of anything which I had done myself. My mother have very big ones, even my both sisters(elders) have bigger than me. At. He was older than me by about twenty years I guessed, but nevertheless he seemed to be in good shape, taller than me, of medium build, with wonderful blue eyes and grey hair, clean shaven, with alluring aftershave and a non egotistical humorous outlook on life. I felt safe inviting him back to my room for coffee.While he’d held my arm walking to and from the restaurant when I put the jug on to boil he really touched me for the first time. It was so simple. He was standing next to me putting. But when he considered her lips, he was prepared to take the chance. When he visited her, and she would talk non-stop like she always would, he would look at her in the eyes; make good eye contact which was a sign to her that he was actually listening.But he was also sure she could see his eyes sometimes dipping to her lips as she talked.Once, just two weeks before the event in this story, he lost track of what she was talking about and was fantasising about her while she talked. He had. His now ex-wife and daughter moved to San Francisco. Dorothea stayed behind and moved in with Brad on a temporary basis. Brad finally sued and got joint custody. This meant Tracy lived with her mother during the school year and with Brad during the summer months.Tracy was six the first summer she lived with her father. Dorothea had moved out just a month before Tracy came to stay with him. The first night she climbed in with her father in the middle of the night. Brad was not even aware of her.