"Jasmine looked me up and down critically."Well ain't that the truth but you've still got what it takes."I smiled a little self-consciously as Jasmine...patted the lap of mymicro-skirt. With that Shirley, who'd commandeered the front seat ofthe cab, gave a squeak of disbelief."Crikey, does your auntie live in a gated community or something?"Simone and I exchanged self conscious smiles as I confessed."Uuhhm, no. Those are our gates, well my great uncle's gates. This isEarl Weston's estate.". Crossing my legs so that a man gets a flash of my bald pink pussy, wearing no bra with tight tops so that my nipples protrude and I catch everyone’s attention, seeing men and women glance at my breasts is like a dream come true for me. Bending over knowing my ass is going to be on show and even letting my dress or skirt blow up and not pushing it back down are just some of the things I do.When it’s guys I know, I like to do all of that and more. Letting my breast slip out of my dress, flashing. I went to ask her why but she volunteered to say that she will wear only say where ever we meet. So from that day daily she used to come in saree as we both meet daily and even in saree outside. I was really happy.One day she called me over phone and insisted to come home immediately.I ran wondering something might have happened. Rang the bell she opened door. She was is in a low neck blouse both back and front, wearing a cream semi transparent saree.I was totally astonished to see her. Came. They were formed silicon filled breast shapes. I had forgotten all about them, somehow. She unzipped me by half, and pushed them in, and zipped me back again.I noticed, immediately, the weight. I looked back at Ming. She nodded. "Real breasts, real weight. Go now."But they weren't real weight. Nor real size. I noticed it on the mirror overhead. They were huge breast shape thingies. I looked like a 44D, with, after my starving, a 22" waist.No matter.I stepped out into the limelight. The crowd.