I looked down at her bra, I saw her young nipples stiffening as I noticed it was a front clasp, I reached across and unclipped releasing her two titti...s into the wild. I ran my hands slowly down the front of her body as I got down on my knees in front of her. She had a very toned body, just like her mum and told me she often went for a run wither mum.I lifted her leg up to remove her little socks and was able to get a peek at her little pink panties, I repeated the process with the other leg.I. Simply speaking, Larissa was a babe -- tall, long, full black hair, a very pretty face, a nice body -- a very nice body, especially in the chest. She had nicely shaped breasts, just inside the limit of being disproportionately large. What's more, she knew it -- there was no covering those hooters up with a heavy sports bra -- her tight sweater just helped show them off.Dave knew, of course, a lot of men tended to evaluate by the breasts, rather than the woman behind them -- he'd been known to. I was in ‘New England’, far from my home in the South, driven up here by wanderlust and trading opportunities. My companions were seven Cherokee Indians, one of them my brother.He was a brother by choice. My father was a famous trader who wasn’t home much, and my mother died from a fever I was eight years old. Old enough, in his opinion, to join him. I spent the next six years wandering the Trader’s Path up and down the backbone of the East Coast. Our wandering stopped when my father met. We both remarked at a sexy white spaghetti strapped bustier with matching white stockings and panties in the window that was incredibly sexy. Roger said he just had to buy it for me! In we went and he bought it for me. I was so excited and I promised him that I would model it for him!Roger must have had incredible instincts or just plain great radar because my feminine emotions were suddenly locked on the stunning garment that sat at the bottom of the bag he was holding while walking with me.“I.