“something the matter, sweetheart?” She asked.“The Senior Prom is Friday night and I don’t have a date, let alone a dress…” He said as he ...layed with his fork.“You could always go by yourself…” She said“Andrea…” Sam’s father said, turning around “Boys don’t go to prom by themselves…”“My brother did…” She said“Michael went to an all-boys school.”“You did…” She retorted.“Oh, we’re bringing that up again…” her wife said, sitting down. “You had the chicken pox after I’d already bought a dress.”“I. She typically always wore sweats and baggy clothing with that messy bun. Today she showed out. She had on short daisy duke like shorts with a baby blue t-shirt and flip flops. She had B cups so she felt no need to wear a bra. Normally I’d just casually say hey but on this day I was in a different space. I wasn’t drowning in pussy, but I was unusually overdue. It had been a minute since I actually came from sex and not masturbating. I was ready to risk it all and go for it at any moment.“ What’s. But your words – ‘no coming.’ I felt that.’ ‘You like to be told what to do?’ I asked. ‘If you like to tell me what to do,’ she responded. I suddenly felt guilty. What was the guilt about? Was it because I was being mean? Because I stopped Rie from coming, even though she had explicitly stated her lack of interest in doing so? Maybe not any of those things. Maybe it was because I was playing a game. But for Rie it was real. She really wanted to be controlled. Did I really want to be. They jutted out from her pale globes, a deep russet brown as thick and as long as her thumbs.No, at second glance, they were as thick and as long as her husband's thumbs. And the breasts they sprouted from were larger too!With trebling hands, Doris reached up to grasp her mammaries to confirm their veracity.They were real. Alive, warm and growing within her hands. And touching them felt so good!"ooooo!" she moaned lowly, her fingers caressing the smooth flesh of her swelling breasts."Ooooooo!".