If you have never had any, be warned. Some of it can be 200 proof. I mean a one-ounce glass can take you off your feet for an hour.As a fatty, no one ...aid much attention to me at work. Then I got a burr under my butt. I started to work out, and went on a strict diet. Slowly but surely my weight came off, pound by pound. I'm sort of tall with a wide butt, and long skinny legs. If I don't have a bra on, my breasts sag, even though they are quite large.When I got to one hundred and forty-five. When the table was finally set and she slid into the nook across from me, her robe drew tight across her titties, attracting my eyes like a powerful magnet attracts iron filings. Her titties weren’t really big but they were perfectly formed, jutting straight out like two missile nose cone, topped with ruddy colored, saucer size areola and thimble size nipples that showed clearly through the sheer fabric. As we ate, my eyes kept drifting back to her titties. “They’re not very big are they,. " she let her voice trail off to a whisper."Mom?" He whispered, a bit unsure of what was happening.She slowly lowered the mass of blankets and sheets in her hands until he could see her chest. Her nipples were hard and erect under her shirt. "You said you needed a little help," she replied in a husky voice he'd never heard from his mother."Oh!" He said as he suddenly realized where the conversation was going. He stammered, "I meant you should understand about Dad."As if on cue, they heard the. I might rub my clit raw, but it won't bother me." Okay," I said. "Let me help you out of your clothes." Here? Right now?" Right here and right now," I said."Brian, I give you explicit permission to undress me. And if you touch me a little in order to get my clothes off, that's okay, too. Just no groping." Well, she had that answer down pat. I had a feeling she'd been coached. I looked around and saw April watching with a smirk on her face.I took my time unbuttoning Maggie's blouse. I wanted to.