She stood up in front of me and with a shrug of her shoulders sent her black dress falling to the ground. She was wearing black lace bra and panties. The ones I had seen in her drawer two days before.
Damn she looks so fine.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"I love what I see." I answered.
"Would you like to see more?" she asked with a smile on her face.
"Oh yes please." I begged. She reached back to undo her bra hook which thrusted her massive breasts out. Her bra struggled to hold them in.
Oh yes, those t**s are begging to be free.
She undid the hook, let the bra slide off her arms and her giant t**s fell out. Two perfect orbs of tit flesh. For a mother of three children and how big they were, gravity hardly pulled them down at all. Her areolas were the size of a fifty cent
