When I was born it seems my breast portion was swelling. Doctors had suggested my mother that it is not a deformity but will get reduced with time and...she should massage daily. So my mom religiously was massaging me with oil bath.But instead of reducing they became more prominent and when I was ten I had to start using bra. By the time I finished my ninth standard I was having 36 size boobs and looked like a woman although I was only 18 years old. And somehow I was not comfortable in wearing. Aruna aunty went to the kitchen and started preparing juice. She prepared the sweet lime juice and served. We all were nude. Uncle poured some juice on my left boob and started licking my boob. On seeing this, aunty poured some juice on my right boob and started licking. Both of them were pouring the juice and licking my boobs. I became aroused. I brought the juice glass close to his dick and hold his dick and inserted in my juice glass. Then I sipped the juice in my glass and also licked his. I've been tearing myself apart over this. I have one thing telling me "no" and another thing telling me "yes"..."And if I was her guardian, Dan, when she turned sixteen I'd have you an' her in the courthouse getting' married." You think?" There was hope."So what do we do for her birthday?" Helen laughed. "An' then ya'll have to make it through the next seven hundert an' thirty days..."We made it through the week with homework sessions until eight. Cindy's mom had come back Tuesday and hadn't. She had also promised to think about it… Without thinking, he bit her skin, just a little but enough to make her moan. She always reacted to him with pleasure, always ready to be there when his need for her over ruled his common sense. ‘I want you baby, here and now…’ He whispered the words against her skin. ‘I want you so damn bad…’ ‘I know, so do I, but not here Harley, the shed out back…I don’t want to get Noreen in trouble…’ She was right, and he half dragged her to the shed. One inside he.