Oh, my. They seem huge. Im glad I skipped out on the bra today. I never had such big titties. Would you like to see them? Yes, Becca nodded. Not know,...I said. Officer… I glanced at her nametag. Tyson, you have to help me find my wife. And since I just gave you a medical treatment to make you beautiful, I am your doctor, and you have to obey me and find my wife. Right, Im a cop. I have to help people. And my doctor. She giggled again. I protect and serve. Thats right. So, how do we find my wife?. She undressed me, her robe still on but loose and sexy, giving me glimpses at her jutting breasts, like two torpedo noses firm enough to seem to defy gravity. Her nipples jutted upwards at least a quarter inch. I wanted to touch them with fingers and tongue but she insisted she wanted to explore first.We kissed throughout the undressing and after when I lay on my back. She let me feel her protruding butt, less pronounced but with a similar jutting presence, and the slickness between where her. Fir wo shant ho gayi aur mere sath baith kr firse tv dekhne lagi. TV dekte samay me upar wale kamre me gaya aur unke chote ladke ki ek night pant pehn ke niche chala aaya. Aur firse aunty se baate karne laga aur thodi hi der me mane unko apni baato se hansa diya aur wo normal ho gayi. Aur mujhse mere gf ke bare me puchtach karne lagi.Mene iss padhke khup sari chije sikh lit hi. To fir mujhse raha nahi gaya. Aur me unko puch liya ki uncle aur unka relation kaisa tha wagaire wagaire. So wo fir se. Uncle Bob. I must have made a noise, even though I was barefoot. There was no way I was pulling on a pair of socks this morning. He turned and looked at me.“Did you bring any kind of clothes that don’t make you look sexy?” he asked.“Sorry. My burka is in the laundry,” I said. I groaned as I sat down.He kept looking at me. I knew the halter top showed a ton of cleavage.“I actually get it, now,” he said.“What?”“Why they want their women to wear burkas. It must make things so much easier.”“I.