Released from its nylon restraint, my rigid cock jumped straight out and up, throbbing and bobbing up and down like a lunatic.Released from its nylon restraint, my rigid cock jumped straight out and up, throbbing and bobbing up and down like a lunatic. I grabbed 3W 3 it, just to hold it steady, and grinning like the fool that I was, nodded to Andrea, indicating her bra. Andrea shrugged and reached for the front closure of her bra. She unhooked it and teasingly peeled the fragile lace away from her tits. "I always knew you were a boob man," she chided as she shook the straps off her shoulders, causing her tits to sway gently like water balloons. I thought I had died and went to mammary heaven. Up close and personal, Andrea's tits were far larger than I had ever imagined, and I had done a lot of imagining about them. But as big as they were, they were exceedingly firm and capped on their upper slopes with huge, perfectly circular areolas and the longest, thickest, fleshiest nipples I have ever seen. And they weren't even erect yet! Andrea later told me that the condition of her nipples was a permanent result of her "milk maid" episode, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Although I could barely walk, Andrea guided me by the shoulders to the bed, fluffed up some pillows and told me to lie down and make myself comfortable. As I did, she moved a large armchair to the side of the bed, her breasts swaying with every step, and sat down, facing me. |