She decided not to go too heavy on the makeup, as usual. She added a little bit of foundation, a little mascara, and some natural looking lipstick. Je...ssica had a soft nose, soft cheeks, and a soft yet defined jawline. Her eyes were round and a very light blue. She decided to go with the basic white dress shirt and black pencil skirt for her outfit. The clothes complemented her slim, athletic figure. The top teasingly displayed her 34CC breasts, and her skirt showcases her nice, round, well. She was no longer willing to lead a life filled more with misery than with happiness.Suddenly and surprisingly, Sheila told me she thought it might be a good idea to sell the house and buy a larger place further out in the country with a little wooded acreage and more privacy. I told her that while I was not against the idea, I thought it might be better not to act rashly and that we should give it some very serious thought. After all, she and I had only been "together" for a very short time. For a brief moment, time seemed to stop as we both rode our mutual orgasms."Mmm, I needed that," murmured Eva, as she collapsed onto my chest. I could feel her breasts pressing against me. My hands ran down her back, feeling her smooth skin and stopping to cup her taut ass cheeks."I feel so relaxed now. Join me in the shower?" With that, Eva rolled off me and made her way back to the master bath. I stared at her ass as it swayed with each step. I never tired of that view. She stopped in the. Once I was living alone again, the idea was simple: to search out the biggest, heaviest juggs I could find. Age, race, or body size never mattered to me. I didn’t care how fat the woman in question was, only the amount of titmeat she had hanging off her chest. Huge firm ones, long low-hangers or massive saggy granny udders, I didn’t care. As long as they were at least a G cup. My fantasy, which I’d pondered for years, was to have seven women on the go, one for each night of the week, the boobs.