But she then quickly pulls my arm up and instinctively I stand. As I stand up, she is looking at my face (I dont know if she can see my massive boner ...r not) and places my hand on the side of her big boob where the bikini top has some fabric and says "See how soft it is?"Then I cant take it anymore and put my sweet tea down and use my other hand on her other tit and reply with "yes, yes they are - i mean - it is very soft" She giggles and says "well they are also" She steps back and says that. Her moist inner labia were also pierced, ringed, and connected by fine gold chains. Her gorgeous Rubinesque body was a study in anatomic perfection!She strode forward and stood arrogantly, hands on her hips, gazing down into my face as though trying to read my thoughts. Then she turned and stood with her back to me and wantonly flaunted the blemish-free beauty of her full, firm, majestic ass. Peering up through the ovoid aperture in the toilet seat, I watched her fingers reach back and clutch. "I did as she said, putting on a shirt that was comfortable before mychange, and baggy now. When I came back, she said: "That's better.Wash the peppers and onions and start chopping them."I got a few peppers out of the produce drawer and a colander and acouple of onions out of the pantry, and washed them. "You know," I said,"if I had a bra on under it, that shirt would be fine." If you changed back, you wouldn't need a bra." I'm not going to change back, Mom. I've got exactly one bra, the one. I, being curious, wanted to have a look at the proceedings, but Gayathri said that she knows what is going on. Puzzled, I asked her that what was going on. She said that Narayanan is fucking my mother, as usual. I then questioned her, for the meaning of as usual. She then said that my father eloped with Girija Natarajan, 9 years ago. He then had changed his name to Swaminathan Iyer.And Girija Natarajan, aged 30, being a wheatish, voluptuous woman, with a 36-25-36 figure, had been in love with.