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When I married my wife, my sister-in-law, Tammy, was a gangly college teenager. She favored my wife in many ways, except Liz was slightly less-developed and six years older than her sister. After Liz and I married, we moved to another State, about twelve hours from where her family lived, which was something Liz preferred.We’d visit Liz’s family at Christmas and in the summer, but that was about the extinct of our face-to-face contacts. Liz stayed in contact with her family through social media and by phone.I had Tammy as a social media friend, but didn’t correspond with her very much, mainly because of our age difference. I was thirty and she was ten years younger than myself. I was surprised when we visited in the summer after Liz and I first got married to see that Tammy had gained quite a bit of weight at college. Liz was equally surprised and told Tammy she needed to control the food intake. Tammy was rather straightforward and told Liz to mind her own business.“It’s my body,” Tammy declared, “I’ll do whatever I want with it.”Liz and I decided to not say anything after this initial discussion.Tammy went through several boyfriends and each time, she would call and cry,  saying, “I don’t know why guys don’t like me.”It was all Liz could do to not tell Tammy it güvenilir bahis was her weight that was turning the guys off. Finally, in frustration, Liz unloaded on Tammy one weekend and that pretty much ended whatever shallow relationship they had managed to keep.Tammy didn’t make any family events after that for several years, avoiding any family event where Liz might be in attendance.Then, a couple of weeks back, Liz’s mom, called Liz and told her that Tammy was going to be at the house to reveal a huge secret. Liz and I debated about the big secret.“She’s got a new boyfriend,” I mused.“She’s getting married,” Liz replied.As it turned out, we were both wrong, colossally wrong.Liz and I sat on the couch at her parent’s house, along with her mom, waiting for Liz’s grand arrival. Liz’s parents were divorced, so it was just the three of us. The doorbell rang and my mother-in-law couldn’t wait to open the door. She shot from the couch and flung the door open, embracing a very slender and very stylishly dressed Tammy.Liz extended her arms and for the first time in several years, she and Tammy hugged. Tammy looked in my direction and winked.I extended my arms as well and Tammy wrapped her arms around me, pressing herself against me, almost uncomfortably so. She smelled güvenilir bahis siteleri sweet and her hug seemed very genuine. She took a step back and asked how we liked the “new look”.Of course, we all loved her new look and we were happy to see how drastically she had changed. Her hair was now much longer and lighter, and she had a model-like figure, which she proudly showed off with her form-fitting attire and spiked heels.We chatted a while about her new routine and sense of self pride.“I got some fake boobies,” Tammy disclosed, “and had some cellulite removed.”“You look good,” Liz complimented, “We are so very proud of you.”In a matter of minutes, it seemed like all was forgiven and put in the past. I was happy to see the family back to normal.I settled back into the living room chair as Tammy, Liz and my mother-in-law disappeared into the kitchen. I turned on the television to catch the end of a football game. A few minutes later and Liz waltzed across the room, purse in hand and her mother following right behind her.“We’re going to the store,” Liz declared. “We have to get some things for dinner.”I nodded my approval and turned my head back to the football game as Liz and her mother left, locking the front door behind them.About thirty seconds iddaa siteleri later, Tammy popped into the living room and asked if there was anything I wanted or needed.“I’m fine,” I replied.Tammy stepped next to the chair I was seated in and tapped my leg with her foot. I looked up to see what she wanted.“Do you want to see them?” she asked.I was totally clueless.“See what?” I blindly replied.“My new boobs,” she said.“I’m sure they’re nice,” I replied.“No,” Tammy replied, as she unbuttoned her shirt. “I’d really like your opinion.”Before I could say “no” a second time, she flipped her shirt into my lap and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. She slipped the spaghetti straps down her toned arms and tossed the bra into my lap as well.She playfully squeezed her “man-made” breasts, lightly pinching her nipples with her fingers and a thumb.“Feel them,” she demanded, as she bent forward reaching out to grab my hand and place my hand on one of her boobs.“They’re better than Liz’s,” she remarked.I nodded my head in silent agreement.“Come on,” Tammy pressed “You cannot tell me Liz’s are any better.”“They’re nice,” I replied.Tammy forced herself on to my lap, facing me, her boobs mere inches away from my face.“Suck on them,” she playfully demanded.“Tammy,” I started to say, before she placed a lone finger over my lips to silence me.“Just suck on them,” Tammy insisted, pressing her left nipple to my lips.I kissed her nipple and then ran my tongue around it before cupping it with a hand and sucking on it.

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