To my amazement, she opened her blouse, unbuttoning it all the way, and drew it off her shoulders.To my amazement, she opened her blouse, unbuttoning it all the way, and drew it off her shoulders. I stared at her tits, not believing what I was seeing. She never wore a bra, and today was no exception. As I watched her, her fingers caressed her velvety skin, stroking her nipples into hardness. In the sunshine that filtered in through the window, her tits looked truly glorious. They were perfectly molded and, although very full, they tilted upward naturally. Mandy's fingertips continued to caress her golden mounds. It was obvious to me that she loved her breasts, perhaps even more than anyone else did. She rolled each round nipple between her fingertips and plucked at them a little. She nudged the nipples back and forth, then each hand slid beneath her breasts and rubbed upward over the mounds. She did all this without looking at me. She gazed out the large window, her thoughts seemingly far away. |