Large breasts is one of them and as you can plainly see mine are quite large. I wear a 42E bra and there are times when it becomes much too tight like... it is now."I found myself having to rethink my assessing of bust sizes as I watched Marge lightly caress the expose expanse of her bust with one long unpainted fingernail. She stopped at the deep valley between her breasts and slowly slipped three fingers into the tight crevice. I heard her chuckle knowing she was watching my eyes remain glued to. My plan was pretty simple…and pretty stupid when I think back on it. I was going to walk up to his door, knock and ask if I could come in. In my mind I had imagined that he would know immediately why I was there, and be so full of desire for me that he would invite me in and the rest would take care of itself. Walking through the village my adrenaline fuelled butterflies were so powerful they made my breathing shallow and my legs weak. After the short walk of a few minutes I was there. I stood. He was sneaking a glance at her bottom – firm and round with the cleft clearly visible like a seam down the tight mini - when she turned back around and caught him red handed. He looked up quickly with a blush as she handed him a casual shirt utterly unlike anything he owned. “Here, try this on,” she said, a smile rising to her lips as she pretended to ignore his embarrassment. “And …,” she continued, reaching into a rack of three-quarter length shorts. “Try these as well.” She held the shorts. She wondered what he would be like if he made love to her. She grunted audibly as the warm water splashed her body, waves washing upon her breasts as she masturbated. Choosing between lust and love was never easy. But, right now, her body was. Lubricated initially by the K-Y, her own juices were slickening the walls of her cunny now as she advanced the invasion of her body. Her nipples hardened, her back arching, Amber began a long, sustained orgasm of surrender onto the dildo. She fucked.