.. they were BREASTS. I took a deep breath as I stared down at them,"Impossible..." But as I looked closer, I couldn't denythat they were breasts. A w...man's breasts. Nice... big...round... firm breasts... and on my chest as well. "Thiscan't be..." Suddenly, I was VERY thankful that I was still toomuch in shock to fully take in the horror and confusion ofwhat was hitting me. If I wasn't still at least a littleemotionally numb, I might even have screamed out in panic. As it was, I tried to deny. I am 28 now. Let me describe how I was obsessed by a friend of my sis and eventually made love with her. I still remember the day I first met her. Then I was studying eighth standard and I was slowly getting used to all funny thoughts and feelings. That is the day I saw Maya a classmate of my sister. She was doing her +2 then. At that age, I was not even aware of sexual intercourse. It was the send of party of their batch; they dressed up in our house as it is close to their school. So Maya. She slowly stroked them togetheronce… a second time… a third, developing aninsistent rhythm, stroking the hard, knobbed pulsingshaft in her hands… together, apart, together, apart.Skip a beat… together, apart. Once again with hisgloved hands he bade her stop the stroking, to simplyhold on tight, right where she was. With a sigh shetightened her fingers, denting the flesh.The clutch screamed; he down-shifted into a turn thenthrottled up. The cornering force slipped her. No, seriously, it was. Janet and I had a home, our jobs and each other.Then there was the fly in the ointment; isn’t there always! Janet started to socialize with some of the girls from work (OK, OK ... women from work). Most of them were older than Janet and I thought that was a good thing. They could be big sisters to her, if not like young aunts. What I did not realize was the age difference was such that while Janet was still “newlywed,” the others were approaching the “seven-year itch”.