I’m not just saying that for the sake of the story. I’ve had women both large-breasted and small, and i’ve enjoyed them either way. This just ha...ppens to be the way Aunt Meera was built. She had short legs by some standards, but they were well-formed and looked good with the short skirts and short-shorts she wore all the time. She often wore cut off t-shirts that showed her belly or formfitting sleeveless sweater-shirts. To any man she was quite an eyeful, but to a teenaged boy with raging. "I grabbed her hand and we went into her room."OK, what's the most see-through top you've got?" Well, this sweater is all open weave. I'd never wear it without something underneath. You'd see everything I've got." Try it on Lori, let's see."She slipped the sweater on and did a little "model-twirl" to let me see."Lori, you are hot, hot, hot."She went over to her mirror and said, "Yeah, pretty hot. But my nipples show right through." Oh give him a thrill. You need to loosen up a little and give. She moved quite relaxed, and with unasked telepathy she had wandered into the living room and stood silently for five minutes before Chuck returned from school.For more than a week, she had dreaded his return, his insults and his hard cock pressing into her throat, filling her with cum. This day had detached itself from recent history, and she had patiently waited for him, ready.Today her son wanted to fuck her, as her husband would, with hate. Ceramic tiles echoed his order with a tinny. She wasn’t letting my hand escape her mouth. Her hands were in my hair and she brought them to hold my hand and keep sucking on my fingers.I now let her lick and raised myself up and with my right hand started removing my jeans. Ashna realized what I was doing and let go my left hand. I brought the saliva slicken fingers to her nipples and rolled her nipples yet again pinching them this time. As i lowered my jeans to my ankles, Ashna craned her neck to see my grown up cock bulging in my inners..