“So, Jake a little maths test: How many nice little titties with working nipples do you have?”“Er, three?”“Wrong!”“Just the two, then?�...�“Right, those two on your chest, the working one and the wonky one, they’re mine. I’m putting in a claim. I mean it’s only fair, you’ve just been handed two quite nice little titties.”“I agree, it is only fair, and I realise that I can give these ones up because I now have the two nicest titties I’ve ever seen.”“You’re damn right. So, who’s the artist here, Sir. Her movements are fluid, graceful, and more than a little alluring. Her eyes meet mine and I realize I’ve been staring. I quickly feign interest in the activities of the baggage handling crew on the tarmac. Let’s just get going and get this journey over with.“Excuse me, is anyone sitting there?” The girl has stopped at my row! The elderly Vietnamese lady smiles politely at her and she slips past her bony knees into the middle seat, arranging her skirt and dazzles me with a quick smile. Joe was 37 and Linda, his wife was 39. We liked a lot of the same kinds of movies and music, so we always had a lot to talk about. Joe was very well educated and came off kind of snooty if you didn't know him. Linda was very bubbly and always friendly. She is about 5'6" tall, with shoulder length, bright red hair, very pretty, she's also on the heavy side, definitely a BBW, she always wears clothing that shows off her large breasts and seemed to bend over a lot. I always found her sexy. About. ”“Good. He can try a couple of sizes on over his boxers.” She grinned. “You might go with him to be sure the fit is correct. However, I can go with him, if you prefer. I’ve been specially trained to determine that the proper fit is attained!”“I have training and can ‘handle’ my fiancé quite well.”Jennifer and Sandy grinned at each other while I tried to be invisible. Mom was getting a kick out of this little play on words. Dad was trying to maintain a low profile and would have dug a hole in.