Lisa came round that evening to have a look, and she liked them too.Sunday was moving day. I went early to pick up the van and then went back to colle...t Helene. She hadn’t been dressed when I left so I was surprised to see her not pushed up but in a plain baggy top and old looking jeans and trainers. That was the first time she had been dressed like that.Some of the stuff we left there as I still had possession for three weeks and I could try and sell items online and if they didn't go either. E., I would tutor her, and she would teach me about sex. This was a great opportunity for me to learn about sex, except what I could gain from reading or porn from the Internet. When Bernadette Peterson first saw me naked, she suddenly threw herself into her work of tutoring me in the ways of love. I guess my iron hard eight-inch cock waving in the breeze convinced her that she had a lot to teach me, and it seemed like a very one-sided bargain. I was 17 at the time.In the month that I helped. The cups were massive.I scrambled to the label, which was a little worn but could make out the size: 36C. I wondered if they looked big in real life, what shape they were, how they hung. I imagined those bras being wrapped around her boobs, around those big pale fleshy boulders, imagining her big hard nipples, or whatever they looked like.There was no way I could stuff a bra in my pants. I had underestimated the size of her cups.I checked the bottom two drawers but just found random t-shirts. You smiled back, thanked me and closed the door.The next day I rang again, I handed in an envelope, addressed again to Mme Briancourt. You said "But I haven't lost this one", "I insist", I answered and returned to my apartment. The envelope contained what you are reading now.One hour later you rang on my door. I opened, I haven't said a word, neither did you. You had a skirt, a pull-over, some stockings, some bordeaux boots, exactly as described in a letter that you had just read.You entered.