"Don't give me that, crap. We both know I'm an original member of the Itty Bitty Titty Club." Size don't mean jack-shit. I've always told you that." M...att circled a nipple with the tip of his tongue. I shivered with pleasure. "Quality means a lot more that quantity. Believe me, yours are first-rate. In fact, while these prime samples of female flesh may not be the biggest, they are, without doubt, still the finest pair I've ever had the pleasure of enjoying.I don't mind having small breasts. In. Paige’s was mostly bare with a little paint swatch-like tuft of hair to indicate that blonde was not her original color. Max was surprised, but it made sense. Emilia Clarke didn’t rock that white blonde look naturally either.He kissed and licked experimentally. Paige made appreciative, little sounds and was soon panting hard. When he experimentally inserted a finger, she gripped his wrist firmly and guided it until he found the magic raspberry texture at which point her volume increased.“Max!. Grown, no... I just want you to be careful." I know Mom... oops there's the front door bell." I guess dreamboat has arrived. I'll get it."Lisa Bennett walked through the front hall to the door. Still an attractive woman at 49, she still bore the emotional scars of those horrific three days fourteen years ago. Carl had, at first, been loving and supportive during her physical recuperation. When she had discovered she was pregnant, however, Carl had insisted upon an abortion, knowing the baby's. My eyes followed her every movement. Taking in the exposed flared hips, smooth white tummy, her exposed right boob straining against the chiffon blouse. My cock was straining in my jeans.We started with snacks and some wine, laughing and having a good time. I asked her when her daughter and others would be joining. She said her daughter was out for the weekend with her friends, and it was just the 2 of us. Everything clicked into place for me. It was a clear signal.She got up to get something.