My dress is by Dior, a silver halter-neck designed tobe simply stunning, the neckline plunges to my waist and the back istotally bare almost to my but...tocks. No bra for me tonight; double sidedtape holds my breasts and dress in place to make sure that I have nomishaps. I smile as I think that no man will be able to look me in theeyes tonight. Their gaze will be riveted on my cleavage. The tan on myupper body is even.I have been careful not to wear a top in the solarium for the last fewweeks and. She was so nice, to say my little boobies were prettier than hers. As if!When she came back, she shut the door behind her. It had been open about a foot, I think, although I couldn't really see it 'cause of this curtain thing. She also switched off the ceiling light, although with the TV and the lamp there was still plenty to see by.She took the thermometer out of my mouth and shook her head."I was afraid of that. With your tonsil situation, I can't get a good read off of this thermometer.. She turned around to face me and ground her crotch into my face. She took her top off displaying her sexy breasts, flushed from the walking and from our sudden playful mood. She sat in my lap, grinding her crotch into mine. As I kissed her passionately, I unhooked her bra, releasing her beautiful bosom. She kissed me harder, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, intertwining it with mine as I palmed her tits and squeezed her nipples. She tore off my shirt, exposing my hard abs and ran her hands. John couldn't quite get his head wrapped around the fact that Meg was standing in front of him naked, and she wasn't that unappealing after all. Hell, she even had tits! Not as big as the thickness of his hand, mind you, but they were there. Well, sort of. Her nipples were almost as big as the orbs that carried them. And it wasn't as though she didn't have hips. It was just that they were scrawny enough to be almost the same size as her skinny little waist. Even her butt was only a hint,.