I jerked my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor. I had nothing underneath and my huge size 36D boobs swung this way and that.
I was always very proud of my boobs; they were firm and perky despite my huge size and they never failed to cause a guy to break in his stride and do a double take.
It didn’t hurt either that I was an extremely pretty brunette with long curly eyelashes that fanned against my cheeks and softened my face even more.
I had wide blue eyes that gave me a deceptively innocent appearance, a tiny, red, button mouth and an hour- glass figure. My hips curved sinfully beneath my round butt-cheeks and I had long, straight, slim legs that my ex had remarked, “seemed to go on forever”.
I was twenty and very aware of my own sexuality; I reveled in it. That was
