Stone insisted.After his parents left, Jeff tried to apologize to Mary."Oh, it's not your fault," she said, forcing a smile. "I know that. Don't worry... Jeff, I don't blame you. It's just... well, it's just that I had plans for tonight, that's all, and I was looking forward to them. Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk. Look, why don't you go up and do some homework, like Mom said, and then we can watch TV and have some popcorn?" Well, I finished my homework last night," Jeff started,. .or dosray haath say didi kay breast phir unho nay didi ka breast bra say nikala or chosna suru kar diya or mujay bolay yaar aap be chooso unho nay mare side wala mean kay left side wala breast ko be bra say nikaal diya ,didi kay breast kafie mottay thay or hard be light pink small nipples thay .. jasay he mainy mu main un ka nipple liya to didi nay mara mu apnay nipple say pechay kar diya or boli , nahiBhai rocky tum na chooso bus maray satth chipkay raho .. to main bola didi wo be to choose. "Relax, Steven. You're so tense," she would say. I'd fantasize about Anne coming into my room at night when my dad was asleep and sitting on me, I kneading her full, succulent breasts. Her breasts are perhaps her best feature. So big and juicy; I'd look down her bra as she leans over to zip up my jacket or put plates on the table, in her sweet, motherly way. My teenage sister was never anywhere near as beautiful as my stepmother. She knew this and became jealous of the attention my dad and I. He owned a car too, which made him special to a teen year boy like myself. Uncle Ken picked me, and my small suitcase, up early on Saturday afternoon for the drive to his place on the other side of the city. His home was to me a fantastic three bedroom brick and tile house on the standard quarter acre block. He helped me unpack and hang my clothes in the wardrobe of a spare bedroom. I’d visited him a few times before with my mother but nevertheless he proudly walked me around the place again..