Deborah saw him in his office. She told him how Annette had come to her and told her what her father had done to her, of the divorce, of her protectin... Annette, of Richard persuading her to give Annette more freedom and how she had blossomed.Paul interrupted her. "Do the police know about this?" he asked."My ex is now in prison." Ah! Carry on."Deborah told him of the Ronny incident, which did not excite him. "Rite of passage, I'm afraid. She seems to have dealt with it pretty well and one can. So I spread my legs apart and assisted her very calmly to sit in between them touching her booms to my crotch. By the time my tower was on the high stand and she also noticed this thing, but she was half the way riding the journey to the sex land. She was not watching TV anymore and she had closed her eyes to get the sensational touch of my both hands on her chest over her Kurta. On touching her hardened boobs I realized that she was not wearing any bra beneath her Kurta. This excited me more. For one final minute she looked at the thick, still warm liquid then she tipped the rubber and poured the love juice into her open mouth and rolled it slowly on her tongue. The tangy flavor permeated her palate and she held the still warm love juice captive in her mouth. She unlocked the side door and stepped inside. Holding the strong flavored come in her mouth, she paused and listened. The soft sounds of the TV bobbed through the house. She crossed the kitchen and paused in the dinning. The two of them were making passionate cries as they pushed their tongues deep inside each other’s welcoming crevices. Amna watched their activity with horrified compulsion, seeing in her mind’s eye the vision of what she imagined Susan’s vagina might look like. After a few moments, and what seemed like much more, Susan appeared, thick in make-up in a dress pulled tight against her skin and confirmed what Amna had always suspected: which was that she really had no breasts to speak of. She ran.