Tim bought it all, he even let me add panties, socks and a training bra. The last one I tried on immediately, I had nothing to fill it with but I love... the way it felt against my nipples.It took longer than expected and when we got home, Sam was already waiting and I ran up to her, "Look Sam! I can't wait to show all the things we got!" Sam gave her big Sam smile, "And I can't wait either, lets get inside because I have something to show you too." Tim and Sam smiled at each other as we went in.. So I again had my aunt’s beautiful breasts to taste and fondle, now with the additional precaution due to presence of my grandma.When I returned from college, she had cooked a nice food for us and we all ate heartily. In afternoon, grandma went to temple pujari to show her little grandsons kundali and would be back in evening. After she had left what seemed to me a long time (even though it was only fifteen minutes), aunty closed the door and came near me she was wearing her regular thin cotton. "See you." I smiled at him.Then it was off to the hustling, daily routine, maneuvering the hallways naked. Chem was nothing, but then it was French, with Madamoiselle Duclos.It was too much to hope for a second reprieve, and I didn't get it."Ah, Madamoiselle Finch," Madamoiselle Duclos greeted me warmly. "If you would please just come to the front of the room, I would be most grateful."Oh God, here we go, I thought as I obeyed, conscious of every eye in the room on me. Even my participation on. Don’t look at Lydia like that, big boobs don’t automatically mean a girl’s stupid.’ ‘I’m not-‘ ‘Never mind. Your problem is that you can’t tell a bimbo from a quality girl. We’re picking you out a girl we know for certain is no bimbo. Give this a chance.’ ‘Do I have any choice about it?’ In unison: ‘NO!’ Well, hell, they had a point: there are worse problems than being forced to escort a cute, classy girl to some elegant parties. Might as well accept my fate like a man. When I arrived to pick.