I wasn't even conscious of her but I was instantly aware of her breasts. Her hooters were huge, at least huge for her build. She was basically a small...woman, standing just 5' 3" tall and weighing maybe 130. The important thing was that a significant amount of her weight was located in her tits.They were encased in a beige knit sweater with a scoop neck that revealed a cleavage valley that could have hidden a whole village of pygmies. I nearly walked into an overstuffed sofa looking between her. His face and arms were weathered. The eyes were bright but seemed to reflect a life of hardship and pain. The belt around his fit waist was wide, the buckle large with etchings of Native American symbols. His large mustache reminded her of town Marshals in western movies."Well," he said smiling kindly, "they grow 'em kind of short here don't they? Pretty though. Real pretty. Come on in."She stepped into the room tentatively and shuddered slightly when she heard the door close behind her. The. I really yearned to see how much I have forgotten and how good my selective memory had become. Mike always claimed that I was an expert at remembering only what I wanted to. I have to admit that despite loving Mike more than I had ever loved anyone in my life, there are moments when I daydream back into the past and think of previous relationships. Later on I might dismiss those thoughts as ludicrous, but in times of dwelling, my mood is dangerously aloof and should I have an opportunity to do. When she arrived, I was surprised to see that she had lost a few more pounds, which emphasized her large breasts even more.Anyway, Kay arrived and moved into the back guest room for a week. It was Saturday and the girls were looking at some old clothes to decide what Kay might want before Ann threw them out. I had changed into my jogging shorts, t, and running shoes. The shorts are kind of silky and because I don't wear a jock, my dick is pretty obvious if you look. I had left the house to.