There is a marble statuesqueness to her body, her breasts ample yet still retaining the pliant definition of a young girl in full bloom — such a con...rast to Izzy's unfulfilled promise. And for the first time in the five years of our marriage, I see how proud she is of her breasts, smug in their size as she cups them from beneath and commands Barrington to attend them with her eyes. She lifts and presents them, and there is such pleasure in her offering, conceit in her smile.She turns from him,. Fourteen, fifteen at the most. But Asians are small. His hair was cut in that long choppy style so popular with Asian pop stars and those who adore them. He looked at me saying nothing, chewing his lower lip. I smiled at him and sat down again across from him. Then I proceeded to rub my leg against his calf again. He said something in a throaty teen voice very quietly in Chinese. I don't speak Chinese and he knew that at once. He shook his head back and forth, trying to tell me in a gesture. It's been right. We love each other."I meant that, especially the last part."I know we do. I'm just not sure I'm ready to take the next step. Maybe it will be tonight. I just need a little time."My heart was touched by her words. I wanted her, but I wanted her to want it, too. My body was demanding something but my heart needed her to lead. Yes, it meant a lot to be her first but she had to want me to be her first. It wouldn't be worthwhile if she regretted her decision in the morning.I kissed. Her cleavage could be seen through the dress as she left her dupatta on the seat. Her massive melons were dying to pop out. Her chubby body was in the dress. I unhooked her dress and hung it in the corner. I ripped off her bra and kept it in my pocket. “No bra for the rest of the journey, bitch,” I slapped her and said it.Her melons were now hanging. I pushed her to the wall and started sucking in her cleavage. I kissed in the cleavage, and my tongue went all around her boobs. I could hear her.