Never had I even really thought about women sexually. Sure, I looked at breasts or hips or legs or whatnot, but it was in the comparative fashion, not...in a way which was measuring out a woman’s desirability or for my own sexual interest. I wasn’t drawn to women the way I was to men.That changed on my friend Melodia’s thirtieth birthday. The four of us were together again, celebrating on a Friday night at a jazz bar downtown. We were all single for the first time in two years. Melodia had been. Now he felt the complete opposite, focusing on nothing but her huge breasts. They can’t be DDs he thought DDs are smaller than these, I’m no expert but they must be E cups… With this final thought he totally lost track of everything else, he wasn’t even sure what Sara had said for the last few minutes, answering only with ‘uh hun’ or ‘yeah’. Suddenly nothing else mattered but the fact that her boobs were probably so big he couldn’t even fit one in his hand totally. His cock sprung up, his. She wriggled her shoulders and sat forward in her seat, uncomfortably aware that her nipples were hugely erect again. It was crisply cold in the car. Her dad's car didn't have air conditioning. It didn't even have a very good heater. Mr Devonshire looked across at her and grinned foxily."You can make the seat recline a bit more if you like."She felt that if she were to lie back, that tight feeling in her head would get even worse. "No, it's fine. It's a lovely car, Mr Devonshire." No amount of. The hanger was hooked over a thickwire at the top of the bag and it was with some difficulty that I freedit. Instead of examining the dress, I bundled it up and headed for myroom in the other half of the house.Only in the relative safety of my room behind a closed door, did I lookover my prize. It was more beautiful then I had imagined. The upperhalf was made of black satin with some gold metallic thread runningthrough out it, giving it some sparkle. It was sleeveless with a roundneckline.