She was in reasonable shape with her weight controlled even if the sag of her tits and buns couldn’t be.Her late husband had rather worshipped her, ...he thought, often referring to her as the “Queen of his heart”. Their sex life had been pretty ordinary with the frequency dropping off over time and ending about five years ago when heart disease began to kill her spouse. He was the only man to ever see her naked with the exception of the OB doctor and that was hardly sensual. He’d been her one. I told her that some surgeons can temporarily glue on false breasts so she could get use to the size and weight. I suggested she look into it and try a size close to the biggest size that she might want. She agreed that was a good idea to help make her decision.I told her now that she is dressing more extreme - especially in reference to revealing tops, corsets, bustiers, and so on - I told her keeping that in mind, she would possibly need custom tops to accommodate extremely large breasts. I. Well, happy fucking birthday to me! Three years of whining and wheedling down the drain! I had nothing to show for it but two black eyes. Damn! Life sucks! I sat in the corner and sipped some punch. I wished it was whiskey, you know, for medicinal purposes. The next morning found me slogging to school through two foot snow drifts. It seems the bus had broken down, but being in Montana, they would not shut down unless there were ten foot drifts. By the time I got to school I was frozen stiff. I. Or pir us se kaha k andar chali gai hai..so mai ne us ki choot(kwaas)pe mouth raka or choosne laga..wo dar or feeling ki waja se awazian nikalne lagi.. un awazo ko sun ker jab wo lounge mai ai..to wo ye scene dek ker heeran ho gai k mai apni 7 saal ki behan ki choot (kwas) ko choos raha hon..wo sidi mere pas ai or mere hathon se maheen ko cheen liya or ghusay mai muj per baras parhi k kaminay ye tum kia ker rahe the? tumhe ye sub karte huway bilkul sharam nahi ai? mummy ko anay do..us ko.