Islipped on the othershoe and walked around testing the fit, he said theylooked like they fit very well. I came back and slippedthose off and he helpe...d me put the other pair on, thistime he bent his head further down and I could tellhe was trying to smell my nylons and toes.I raised my foot a little and almost pushed it tohis nose you could tell he we enjoying it.I tried on the 2nd pair and told him i would takethem. He said yes he agreed they looked very niceon my legs and then blushed saying. "Take your top off. I want to see those tits in person," he said.Honey smiled coyly up at him and began unbuttoning her hot pink top, crossing her arms in front of her, she pulled the stretch-knit cami top up over her head and handed it to him. She wasn't wearing a bra and she saw him smile when he caught the first sight of her well-developed chest. As she stood topless now in front of him she thrust her chest out and turned a bit to each side, showing off her tits to full advantage. "You like. I had masturbated before and it had never felt like this. Overripe. I rubbed it, trying to ease the itch and burning sensation. I gasped, my eyes widening at the jolts of lightning zapping through my flesh. My breasts quivered. My nipples ached. I let out a moan.And rubbed harder.“You okay?” my boyfriend asked, giving a gentle rap at the door.“I...” I bit my lip, not sure what I was as I kept stroking the nub. It pulsed more, the electricity coursing through my body. I whimpered, my breasts. Even flaccid it’s so big I have to have specially tailored trousers to keep it from being so obvious. And I know that this little whore will never have seen anything that big, but who gives a fuck about what she feels anyway! The only woman I ever truly loved, my first girlfriend wasn’t able to accommodate me. In the most hurtful moment of our marriage she called me a freak. A freak? A fucking freak? A severe slapping ensued and she deserved it for her insolence. She never called me a.