Anyway, I’m thinking perhaps I can help you out a bit” with that I knelt down and quickly but gently took his cock and began to stroke him. “Gai..., what are you doing” is said with a moan. “Feel good?” “Yeah. god yeah!” “Good, just enjoy it then.” with that I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Rick let out a very loud appreciative moan. As I proceeded to give Rick his very first blow job, he was constantly moaning interspaced with “oh god” and “god that’s good” The first. She'd be telling me just what was going to happen to me that night. The more calls I got during the day, the greater my service was required that night - I always felt it was for the greater good.Or sometimes I'd crawl between her thighs and plow her good and proper - nuthin' wrong with that.We were made for each other. We were exclusive to each other. Except once, I guess. I had done the spoon thing to her in the morning, for a long time, and I must have gotten close to a dozen banshee calls. ..I didn't believe for a moment that it would cause the kind oftransformation I had in mind. But naturally, I tried it on. It was justlike any other bra I had ever worn, and, as usual, too tight. I went to myroom, dug out an extender, and hooked it onto the bra. Then, about mychest, close the back, turn it around, adjust the straps...and...It happened! I had boobs inside the cups of the bra! Just like that!I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. I wasn't. I removed the bra--more. I loved it. Every night she combed my hair before I went to bed. We had the same, sandy-blonde hair. That made me feel so special that I was like my mother.Though her breasts were large and round and I was so flat. "They'll grow when you're older," she laughed. "When you hit puberty."I loved my life. It was full of laughing and games. My sisters and I ran through endless fields of flowers, swam in cool pools of water, playing silly games. At noon, we would have our lessons, learning about the.