And very light, sometimes even hard to make them out against her small breasts. But as she removed Monique's bra, I noticed for the first time how thi...k it was. And the reason why was soon obvious.Monique's breasts were quite a bit larger than Janice's, and I now judged them to be a D. Compared to Janice's B cups, they were impressive. And the reason for the thick almost padding of her cups was obvious. Her aureole were fucking huge! They must have been easily 2 inches across, and the nipples. Back to reality, one leg massaged, he just started to work the other when my hand felt the familiar bump of his trouser trout into my fingers. But there was something unfamiliar about the fabric. Also, he seemed a little more rigid than times past. I then realized, when he had stepped out, I figured he was going to come in wearing his usual attire, like a t shirt, and sweats, or yoga pants, or underwear, or something more than a towel, but he didn’t. No shirt, no shorts, great service. (= Just. But my nipples were hard and jolts of sexual electricity sparked through them as they rubbed against the warm sheets. And my pussy was moist and the sheet soaking up my spreading wetness. Ring. Ring. ‘Hello’. And my breathing stopped. A whisper of ‘Hi’ was all that came out. This was greeted with laughter, and all of a sudden I relaxed. And breathed deeply. Great! I sounded like a 1-900 number. Which, under the circumstances, maybe was not off the mark. ‘Hello’ again. Followed by ‘I miss you’.. I walked over and opened up the door.I started. It was Kevin. Hands shoved in his pocket, a look of discomforton his face. I considered closing it for a moment, but I had to know whatbrought him here. He clarified it by saying simply, "I fucked up." Igestured for him to come in. "You look nice," he said as he passed by myrigid form in the doorway. "I don't have a lot of time," I explained, "Kim is coming over, we'regoing shopping".He stood up, "I'll make this quick then. I'm sorry.