My inner girl was out. I photographed, and Jean took some snaps, of a lot of the work that went into making Bri. “What about the hotel?” I asked w...th a sudden panic attack as we drove back to the Fairmont. “How will I get in?” Jean laughed “Not to worry,” she said. “Everything has been arranged.” “So nice to see you this evening Ms Bri,” said the concierge as we entered the hotel. “Please, allow me to escort you to your room.’ He was so kind and thoughtful and I really didn’t mind that he. I got all the right curves in the right places,but damn, are these tits ever going to stop growing?"It brought a smile to my face thinking of how often men are going to bestaring at them. I started strutting around it front of the mirror, andrubbing my tits and pinching my nipples. I silently asked the mirror, "Ibet you want some of this don't you, bet I make you hot. Yea Baby, comeon and show me your hard cock." Stopping and looking over my shoulder atthe wall I thought, "I hope that women. That night I masturbated like three times which was very rare for an eleven year old boy.These fantasies went on for like two more years and in these days I had numerous pleasures of her. For instance whenever I used to hug her in any occasion I used to make it sure that I touch her ass and her press her boobs as much as possible. Whenever I went to my grandma’s house I used to spend most of the times with mami and watch her assets move jiggle and swing. For instance whenever we used to have. We had asked for a 7 a.m. wakeup call, but the proprietor evidently forgot, and we woke up, on our own, around 8:30. Well, that was OK. We were, by then, only a few hours from home. We could grab some breakfast burgers and eat in the car, and then try to make tracks for Chapel Hill.Tess used her cell phone to call ahead and let the folks know that she'd be late, but would still try to arrive in time for the family's afternoon cookout. The cookout was, evidently, a fairly major Fourth of July.