Turning my head, I moved my gaze to Keri’s sizable breasts. They were slightly smaller than my head and the areola and her nipples were in proportio... to the size. They were a medium shade of pinkish brown and the nipples were the width of my pinky finger. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing and was hypnotic to the point that I fell back to sleep.Keri was slowly drifting out of a sound asleep to a semi waking state. She felt the warmth of Mick’s side along hers and realized that she had a. She was wearing a pink and green flowered skirt. It came down half way on her lower leg. She had on light sandals that exposed her painted toe nails. She had on a white T-shirt that barley stretched over her gorgeous tits. I was able to see her white bra through the shirt and I could tell it was a sexier one with white lace. She had her legs crossed and looked so sexy under the dim red light.I figured here is my chance. She will either slap me or kiss me. “So, what were you and your. . much worse! Sometimes she could hardly recognize the man she married in the tense features and terse attitudes of the Livingston's elder child."He's making me feel like I'm dirt!" she thought. "Like I don't exist! I just can't take any more of it! She adjusted her nightgown so that more of the deep cleaveage of her golden tan breasts would show. They rose and fell as she breathed heavily, and the light dusting of freckles across the tops of the creamy orbs seemed to expand and contract with. And I'm originally from Mobile, AL where ignorance is bliss, yet them niggas are fucking more trannies than bitches, go figure. But when I first started really doing this, with the makeup, the lingerie, the different wigs, etc., I started to get a lot of compliments from both men and women. That shit made my head blow up like a hot air balloon for real. A muthafucka couldn't tell me shit about shit, and still can't, cause see my confidence level is through the roof, and my arrogance is stupid.