"But I thought, I ... Why didn't you get bigger ones?" He looked ready to cry."Why would I do that?" I was starting to get angry, actually, realizing ...hat my boyfriend liked my tits more than he liked me.We both looked down at my chest."I thought you'd be happy for me," I looked at him. "For us." Well, baby ... I'm not." He turned around and left.My father was there, just around the corner and I ran to him, hugging him as I started to cry. He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head."Hmmm,. Henry stared down at her, sighing as he enjoyed the torrid cocksucking. He held her head with bot hands, curling his fingers in herthick blonde hair, rocking his hips lightly to fuck his prick in andout of her mouth. Patty felt like a complete whore now, happy to doabsolutely anything for Henry as long as he'd let her suck his cock.She thought of him with his mother, imagined Henry's face as Margarettold him what a horny pussy licker and cocksucker Patty was.Had Henry learned that Patty fucked. At the time it seemed like a small statement made by a boy that wished to make his mother feel better. On the fourth day after Bradley’s father’s disappearance, miraculously, Bradley returned to his home to find his mother and father sitting in the kitchen together, holding hands. He smiled and ran over to his father, wrapping his arms around the burley man and hugged him tightly. — During college, Bradley had tough times covering his tuition fees, and was forced to work at a pneumatic farm. At first I didn't quite notice, but bit by bit I could tell that Mom's attitudes toward me had definitely shifted. Now all at once, she was becoming girlishly coy and decidedly flirtatious. Her modesty began slipping also. More and more she would be wearing only a robe around the house, and it kept slipping open from time to time. When we kissed, she would press her body against mine harder, especially if I had an erection, as I usually did now. (Although I had fucked a few girls by this time,.