Forty years of age. I joked that she was now the same in years as her bust was in inches. “You complaining?” she asked. “When have I ever compla...ned about your tits?” I replied. She laughed. “Well you’d better do something special for my birthday. I want it to be a memorable one.” That got me thinking. I had a week to go before the big day and needed my thinking cap on. In the twenty three years we’d been married I can honestly say we’ve come up with some very unique presents for each other and. "Looks better too," I observed."You like looking at my chest then?" she whispered even though her mother was upstairs and probably asleep."You have a very nice, almost 'B' cup chest," I said."God you should see some of the girls in my class," she giggled, "Tits out here.She put her hands in front of her own chest to demonstrate their large boobs."Poor cows," she sighed. "I would like mine just a little bigger but not that big. What about you uncle, how do you like your tits?" Yeah I think your. . That's almost poetic." The problem with learning English as a second language. Back home Iwould call you Siu Fa Yat. Little flower of the day."She blushed. "Little?" Well..." He blushed.She gave him a deep-throated chuckle that sent shivers up his spine. "Idon't have a passport." I think we can get there by flying to Kadena Air Force Base. I justhave to let the bosses know. When they ask, I tell them the truth. Theyseem to have an image processing software at least three generationsahead of. Thinking my son would be out for several hours with his friends, I went into the living room to watch television. Exhausted, I fell asleep on the sofa.I don't know exactly what it was that caused me to awaken. My eyes slowly drifted open and there was John, standing silently over me. He'd apparently been watching me as I slept. As my consciousness gradually returned, I noticed that in laying on the sofa, my nightie had ridden up my side revealing all of my right thigh and providing my son with.