“What shall we do, beta? I don’t know”.I scratched my head and a thought entered my head.“What if you were the model, maa?”My mom almost hit...me calling me crazy.“Think about it, you are fit and you look good in sarees and why would anyone buy a saree if they see a thin young girl on it? You are perfect for our target demographic”.She was red-faced and I could see her thinking. “Beta, what will people say? This is not acceptable in our community”. I agreed with her.“Hey, what if we don’t show. She understood what was going on. She smiled slightly and looked away as I looked at her. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, enjoying the feel of her warm breasts on my arm. I opened my eyes slowly. The lady standing there had gone. Maybe she got a seat, I thought. I pressed her breasts with the back of my arm. Her breasts were growing firmer while her nipples were steady again. I had a firm erection by now. I could feel her heavy breathing. After some time she lifted her head from my. Could you do something for me before I take you in my mouth? Can you massage my breasts while I piston on this big phallus? My nipples are dying to be touched. Will you lick them for me? Will you massage them while we kiss each other? I bet you love the fact that our lips keep being pushed together harder in time with his thrusts. I can’t believe your tongue is where his big fat cock head was a few moments before. Now kneel on the bed with us, husband. Mmmm… your cock is super hard. I’m going. " Tingaling rolled her eyes, "I know, you're on my list, idiot! It's a long list this year, Santa's developed a bit of a coke habit." "Tell me about it!", said Timmy, "I've seen the ads on TV!" Tingaling rolled her eyes again. Kids these days. She flew around the room, and perched on the end of the bed, legs crossed, wand in hand. She eyed Timmy up and down, he was quite fit, she wouldn't mind getting some kisses under the mistletoe from him. He shouldn't still be on the list, she thought,.