.the belly that was, until that moment, just there for my pleasure.Anna-Karin stood there a little shocked and embarrassed by this dirty old man's han...dling of her body."Are you quite finished groping my tummy?" she asked angrily.It's not a tummy you silly girl..." he corrected her, "It's a nice soft...womanly...Belly...and a fine on too...say it now, you silly girl...!"My wife looked a little red in her face. The crude man's attention to her flesh was begining to become obvious...she took a. .." Key muttered darkly, regarding her mirrored 'dairy air' over her shoulder.She sighed, discarding the notion that this might be some deliberate form of public humiliation.Plus there was nothing really to be done about it now and she certainly wasn't body shy.It just somehow struck her as a tad improper for a wedding.Her general inspection came to a halt when she reached and mechanically began strapping on the outfit's elaborate dress holster."What the hell?" Key snapped realizing the snap. "Yes, they kept growing", she said, "They're 54 inches now!" Jeez! I was stunned. I asked her bra size. "38KK. I get them made at a special store. But I don't usually wear a bra" I remembered. I pulled her tube top down and marveled at those beautiful tits. They were lightly freckled across the top and in her cleavage, where the sun tanned them when they popped out the top of her shirts. Which was always, no shirt could contain those puppies! She had huge, very pale aereolae, like 3 inches. “That was close…” I tell her.“Baby… That was the best… Thank You!!!”An hour goes by and was just sitting there on the couch watching TV and her parents tells us they’re going to bed. It was getting late and I wanted to go home and jerk off because I had the biggest set of blue balls ever.“I’ve better get going.”“You sure you wanna leave… My parents just went to bed…” she said while winking.She places her hands on my crotch and starts rubbing it. She undoes my zipper and starts getting me a.