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He was dressed as I remembered him the last time I saw him, in a leather motorcycle jacket, blue Levis, a Stetson, and a pair of crocodile leather cowboy boots with silver tips and high heels.I waved, and as he saw me, a big grin lit up his craggy face. I ran over to him, dropped my bag and hugged his barrel chest.I was okay with my breasts - well for the moment that is; at least I was through the breast buds stage, and now had real breasts, although they were still small.I couldn't wait for them to develop and get bigger, although Mom said not to hope too much, as she only wore A-cup bras.I hadn't brought a lot, just a dozen pairs of panties in my favorite boyshorts style.

Chapter Two I SAW MY UNCLE WAITING in the bus station as we pulled in.I loved the sound of its exhaust - a deep rumble that vibrated through the seat, making my pussy tingle. Dropped her like a hot branding iron." "Who you dating now? " "I think she's thirty three, divorced, nice girl." "Uncle Henry, a thirty three year old isn't a girl any longer!" "Her daughter Maggie," he said proudly, with a smile on his face. " Just then the old truck rumbled over a cattle grid, it seemed as if the whole truck was about to fall apart. All characters in the story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental.The author does not necessarily condone nor endorse any of the activities described in this story.

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