" Hewhined as his chest expanded forward with a mass of jiggling flesh.Brian closed his eyes in humiliation as he felt the weight of his newassets. "W...at did I do to deserve this!" he thought pitifully as he openedhis eyes to see a mass of exposed cleavage, wrapped tightly in a push upbra.Brian let out a shudder as he felt a strap pressing into his bareshoulder, a new pink purse hung daintily from his tiny frame. Briantottered forward, his movements slowly becoming more and more graceful ashe. I'm off to his birth place. Hence, I won't b able to tutor you for 3 days". I was devastated, not due to the fact her husband was dead, I knew that already, bt I was sad tat I wouldn't b able to see her for 3 days. I spent the next 3 days in great difficulty. Bt on the 4th day I headed to school with great enthusiasm only to find vandana had taken another day off. Right after school I rushed to her home. As I knocked, she opened the door. I was stunned to see her.She was wearing a silk robe. I loved looking at those big tits through her clothes and even her swimwear. I just wanted to see how big her bras were and what panties she wore. So you can guess where my eyes were going to get straight to with whatever she had packed in her suitcase.Inside were several pairs of her panties, I spotted a lovely purple lace pair and took it out of the case. Then my eyes averted to her bras and I wanted to see what size cup she was. That did not matter to me-I just wanted to have a bit of. The truth was that I only partially understood what the problem was. But at the time, I was convinced that I had it figured out, even if I had no clue how to move past it. I was constantly pursuing the wrong woman. Emotionally unavailable women, self destructive women, women who I knew would be bad for me, or women who tempted me away from happy, productive relationships into tumultuous sexual affairs that were lustful, self-serving, and-- outside of the privacy of the bedroom-- almost totally.