Her breasts ensured that men rarely looked at her face while talking to her, and the miniskirt that she'd worn last night (but, strangely, been unable...to find that morning) showed off her long, toned legs, but Molly's butt was nothing to write home about.She shook her head - she was trying to focus on the upside of the situation. Like the size of the tattoo - it was perfect. Large enough that it was easily readable, even if one was standing halfway across the room. Of course, that was going to. My friend was 18, about 6’2 but not as muscular. We were staying at a resort on the beach but on this particular day it was raining so we decided to drive to a mall and hangout there. I had a hoodie on with the hood up because my hair was sort of messy, I’m sure I looked a little sketchy but I didnt really care. We were sitting in the food court when a girl and her friend walked up to me and said, ‘Excuse me but why are you wearing a hoodie inside?’ I laughed and said it was because my hair was. It was a soft hum - that could mean one of three things, she was brushing her teeth, she was shaving her legs or she had turned on a vibrator and was right now going for another orgasm. I stood up pulled my knickers back up and moved back to my position at the door, the sight that met me made me go weak at the knees. Jen was kneeling on the bed facing me, eyes closed. She was completely naked, her fabulous smooth lightly-tanned, body rocking gently. Her breasts large and voluptuous, her large. Gemma half-heartedly laughed at yet more lawyer jokes, and Ryan was relieved to see that she was back. She looked so vunerable, and suddenly he felt ashamed for playing games. He wondered whether her reaction to Rose had been good news for him, whether it meant he had a chance with her. He just needed to know. ‘I’m going to help clean up here, so why don’t you get a lift with one of your new friends.’ Ryan told Rose, thrusting her jacket into her arms as he ushered her out of the front door..