If we ever found a safe place where we could all be together again, we would contact each other with a code word and coordinates to the new refuge.I h...d become jaded during that time, and I felt that if rich people wanted - no, demanded - my attention, then they can jolly well pay for it. At the start I wouldn’t accept any financial reward for my gift - it was enough just to bring peace and health back into someone else’s life. By the end, I was getting angry at the entitled rich, so I would. 8 inch ka hai mom boli baap re aap hi meri jaan le lete hain pta ni iski biwi ka kya haal hoga aur woh log phir hasne lage……………..Mai ek din car se mili k flat me pahucha woh log flat mein rahte hai due to security purpose woh mje dekhi aur boli chalo andar chalte hai koi ni hai mom dad 2 days k liye out of station gaye hai phir hum log sidhe mili k room mein chale gaye aur idhar udhar ki baat karne k baad mai mili ko kiss karne k liye utha toh usne mje rok diya aur boli ek min. Aur woh uthi aur. Julian was already reading the document in his chambers when I arrived. I had said hello to the men that had to stay outside though they didn't look like the same people. There were three more horses though. I was introduced to three of Sapor's negotiators. I knew one man already and shook hands with him and the two others.There was a little give and take but I stayed out of it. Sapor wanted the legion out of the city and an equal force of Persians to watch them. Julian handed me the document. As long as they had big ones I was interested. And by big I mean at least a G cup.I discovered this minimum requirement when I began fucking Jean, my ex’s much older sister. While my ex never grew beyond 36C, Jean’s mature juggs had once swollen during pregnancy and never returned to their modest size. They’d grown into 36G saggers by the time she was 50, which is when I first got my hands on them. She was the first I pursued, the very day I moved into my new bachelor pad. I’d lusted after Jean.