Once she looked my place over she smiled knowing that I was right. She looked at the camera in my hands and told me that a few more pictures of her nu...e couldn’t hurt. She removed her robe and helped me move the furniture out of her way and then she told me where to stand so that I wouldn’t get hit. She got ready and then she went for it. She was very impressive. She should have been in the Olympics. She told me that she had tried out but about thirty girls in the country were better than she. ”“But....” I was stammering. “B... but...”“Well, Sugah... You done tol' me you done sucked on one before. And you had my dick in yo' mouth tonight....”“Yeah,” I said. “But....” I looked up at her. “We were....”She just stared quizzically at me.“And I... uh...” It seemed like I couldn't finish any thought I had. “You didn't...” I was looking down at the floor by this time but I could feel my heart pounding.“What you sayin', Sugah?” she asked, her voice full of concern. “Did you wanna... You. (I’m a breast man so I appreciate whatever the size and the cup they come in.) She was more than willing to show them to me and took off her sweater and then her shirt. She was wearing a skin colour bra and her breasts were trying to get out of the constraints, so I put them out of their misery and unhooked her bra. When I used the word ‘magnificent’ earlier, I did justice to her breasts by calling them that as they were really va va voom! They did not in the least sag and stood up and jutted. “I have a computer program that I use to help determine the best implant size for you.”“Joy will load it into my computer and I’ll take your image and paste different sized breasts on you to give you an idea of what you’d look like,” Dr. Lansing left for a minute, taking the camera to Joy.“Now I’ll take some measurements of you,” Brenda said on her return. She picked up a cloth tape measure to record several numbers, marking a few spots with a washable black felt pen. She showed them several.