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The Awakening - Part 1As the sun rose and beamed through her blinds, she awoke to another day of farm life.It wasn't much, a small hobby farm, but she didn't need a lot after her dad left her and her mum with so much.She wouldn't say it was a tough upbringing, Katie never knew her father. He passed away when she was two years old.After that time it was just her and her mum. The farm was enough to keep them going. To be honest, they didnt need a lot of money. Katie's father had left them with enough money to last them forever. But they needed something. Something to pass the time and the land they had was a very relaxing part of their country.Katie rolled over in bed to reach out for her phone. As she twisted the screen toward her she could barely make it out. She knew in her mind it must say 5am. The time the cows needed milking ever morning. Without fail, every day, same time.But today was a special kaçak iddaa day, her 18th birthday. Surely she could stay in bed and sleep in.... although who else would complete the chores of the farm?Climbing out of bed she looked into the mirror.She tucked away her breast, which had popped out the side of her tank top, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all over the place, she felt yuck, but she knew there were tasks that needed doing. She opened the door to her room which lead outside.As she turned to close her door she could feel the early morning sun touch her bum. Panties were non-existent at bed time.As she made her way down to the milking shed the early rising sun was a fresh touch and a nice way to greet the day.Her mum has never been a morning person, so Katie knew she could get away with the early morning walk there and back in her cotton tank top before her mum would be up.She kaçak bahis enjoyed being at one with nature and, even though they lived on a huge block of land, the fact someone maybe watching her was a huge turn on.She had every reason to be self confident. She had very little contact with others but knew she was physically beautiful and blessed by the hand of god.She got her height from her mum. She was only just over 5ft tall. Her curly brunette hair, which was just past her shoulders. also from her mum, and being a farm girl she wasn't just thin but very muscular. Toned from all the labour tasks she carried out.One thing that she didn't get from her mum is her chest. She knew she was blessed by the assets positioned right in front of her. They were, by far.... unimaginable.She started to develop at a very early age and her mum would often jokingly complain the rate she was going through bras would illegal bahis send them broke.After seeing many pictures on the internet, for research purposes of course, she knew what she had. While most sagged and drooped pointing downward, hers were perfectly positioned allowing her to go braless with confidence.Her mum said to her once they would 'get her places' and, deep down, was jealous over how blessed her daughter was.Her current cup is an Australian 12E (34DDD in US or 34E UK) and while she noticed online a lot of larger chested women would have fairly flat bottoms, her farm work and all the squat work made her already meaty backside nice and firm.The base of her breasts sat down halfway between her neck and her belly button, allowing even a cropped top to be worn braless without her nipples showing.As she got closer to the milking shed, her nipples pointing straight out as if they were antennas leading the way, her walking with a strut was allowing them to knock side to side slapping in the middle. Who may be watching? she thought.There she was, at the door of the milking shed. It was time to get to work.