I always wanted them to grow into C cups, but alas it was not meant to be. I wanted C’s for a fashion statement, as a nice accessory to go with my o...tfits, like a great pair of earrings. Besides, C’s would look much better in a heavy sweater or in a bathing suit than my B+’ers. I continued to scope out the landscape, turning a bit to glimpse the curve of my rear and how it sloped into my legs. ‘Not bad old girl’, I said. The cheeks still defy gravity and the legs look tight. When I was 22, I. Jimmy got up their lips still locked. My useless clitlit was not useless any more it got so fucking hard like it has not in a long time my little pink head peeking out from the tops of my panties and twitching. “I will be right back” Jimmy said and walked to the other room. Kitten spinning around “how do I look Miss Michelle” she said. I sighed ADORABLE. Kitten then took my hand pressing it to her hard false breast as she slowly went to her knees. Looking at the pretty face so young so. I will pose as if I am sleeping. But she did not move. I started pressing her boobs very slowly and was now hugging her from back. My body was trembling and my cock in side the pants was fully erect and itching to come out. I was very careful and slowly pressing her boobs and felt that these were still smaller than mom’s boobs. I was thinking that I should have pressed boobs of my mom also like this as she was always ready for the same. So I was having a great time. But I still had no guts to. It may have been a while since I flirted but I knew I had it in me, in addition the idea of flirting with Brian sent electricity through me. The next day I made sure to wear an outfit that would get me noticed. I put on a red shirt with a V-neck that showed off just enough cleavage to get his attention, and a pair of black workout pants that hugged my ass, which has always been one of my best assets so to speak. Walking into the gym, I took a deep breath and made my way to the weights,.