"Oooh Kathleen he is staring at my tits" ! Janet exclaimed. "I am not surprised s*s. they are massive, just move up and sit on his face, I want to try...something".Janet moved up and settled with her fanny full on my face and as she started to get comfortable asked, "what are you going to try Kath." ? "I am going to stand on his cock and see if I can make him cum with my foot". As Janet started to laugh I felt Kathleen step up with one foot on my stomach and shortly afterwards felt her other one. , 'Will her breasts ever stop growing?'The unabashed answer seems to be 'No'. And with Mother making her endeavor daily in hour after hour of special exercises and posture training, Brandy does not display the normal awkwardness of a teenager whose body outgrows the requisite muscling required for coordination.No, Brandy moves and walks with the grace of a ballet dancer, and many an afternoon I am permitted to observe as compensation for services rendered."This will take your mind off things.. ”Completing her comments, she touched my neck and kept massaging it. I just blushed at her comments, as I never heard before such comments about myself from her. I was even unable to say or ask any thing in response of her comments. She understood my mental position. Came near me and caught me in her arms, pressed me against her body and said, “Do not feel shy from my comments. It is true I swear. Now tell me, what you know about sex? I see you have a nice collection of adult magazines. Have. Turning around and leaning against your dresser, I observe your smiling, mischievous face. "What?" I ask. You raise your eyebrows, and I follow your eyes as they trail down my body, lingering over my breasts and closed thighs. "Come back to bed?" you ask giving your sweetest 'I promise I'll be nice' face. "Not!" I laugh, grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom. I can hear you groan and you throw a pillow across the room, narrowly missing my head. I bolt quickly through the door, laughing.