I pulled the leotard down to my navel. Sure enough, the skin over the breasts hung like empty plastic bags. It looked obscene, so I started to smooth ...he skin over my own chest, by squeezing the skin's nipple against my own, and then pushing the skin outwards from that centre. Strangely, after each little push outwards, the skin appeared to pull part of my flesh with it, as it stretched back to its original position, and this made it easier for the next piece of skin to properly seat. After I'd. ..keep going, please?"I needed no further encouragement as I continued to pound into Alex. While my balls were helping Alex close in on an orgasm, it wasn't fast enough for my liking. I was getting close, and I knew this was all I had left in me. I moved a hand from her tit to her pussy and started rubbing and fingering as best I could. My eyes were closed from the immense pleasure I was feeling. I kept her pussy for a couple minutes when I felt a small hand on mine. I opened my eyes to see. Or say it is my nick name. My actual name is Sudha. I don’t know if I was born as a deformed child or it was a curse or a blessing. When I was born it seems my breast portion was swelling. Doctors had suggested my mother that it is not a deformity but will get reduced with time and she should massage daily. So my mom religiously was massaging me with oil bath.But instead of reducing they became more prominent and when I was ten I had to start using bra. By the time I finished my ninth standard. His home, the home of his childhood, small and remote, standing in a cleft of the undulating hills, just as it always had, just as it always would, he supposed. White washed walls and red tiled roof welcomed him back.Nothing different, nothing changed.The gate was still swinging in a lazy arc, faintly creaking, the noise being carried on the breeze that always came up the valley. The same breeze as always, that brought the tang of salt from the briny channel, a mile on the other side of the.