Liam had time to recover while chatting with Isabel before the next pair entered. The door swung open, and Maria stepped in first, Laila close behind her.
He had not seen either of them in a long time, because Lucia had sent her younger sister away on some distant errand months ago, so Maria had been almost entirely absent from the village.
"Fuck," he gasped, noticing how the young girl had changed during her period of absence.
Maria had always been pretty, with a face that looked a lot like Lucia, but with a softer smile and expression, almost as if she was a cute version of her sister.
So Liam wasn't expecting her to develop far more than her already well-endowed sister. Her breasts had swollen into heavy, full, almost exaggerated curves that sat high and proud on her chest.
They strained against the thin fabric of the simple dress she wore, the deep cleavage already visible, the weight of them shifting with every step.
