B-cups?Maybe small C-cups, Denise decided. Not huge stripper- boobs. A nicewaist. Well-defined, but not cartoonishly wasp-like. As Don, she hadhat...d such tiny waists. They looked ridiculous. Hers? It was aboutperfect. Maybe 26 inches. And her hips were similarly proportioned. 35or 36 inches. Denise turned, and gazed admiringly at her round littletoush. She smiled at the sight of her profile - it was perfect!She gazed again at her face. Nice sensuous lips - not thin, not fat.And her. I could feel the soft pliability of her breasts as they conformed to me willingly. The thoughts of how she wanted to drink up my spending flowed through me continuously and my own delirious attempts to hold on longer finally failed.My initial explosion shot over her head missing her entirely, but the following spray of juice found its mark on her nipples and spread across her expansive chest. By the time I finished spilling, her breasts were covered with my thick white seed. I sat back. Hands on her shoulders, I turned her around. I wanted to look at her, look into the depths of her brown eyes, and let her know how much I loved her. But, apparently, Gail had one objective in mind and she again turned and lay on the table.Watching her spread her legs, I spotted a tube of lube by her side on the table. She must have brought it down with her but my mind was in a whirl, I was in a daze. What was she thinking? Was this a trick? Or a test? Surely not. Gail wouldn’t do such things.. He was leaning over her from the front and from the back, getting sweet downblouse shots that actually showed almost all of the perfect, sweet swelling of her breasts through the bit of a gap, made even more visible with the opened buttons.Now he was down on his knees moving around her, shooting up from an angle near the floor. With her knees remaining spread as he had set them and the seat of the stool being so small and low, Robbie was capturing perfect shots that showed how completely.