Her belly grumbled after waiting until I was suppose to return. She gambled on a quick dash to the fridge. Then eat whatever she found, in her room. S...e slipped out quietly.Terry sneered masterfully when the refrigerator door opened. “Women always turn to food to feel secure.”Stace wisely ignored him. There wasn’t much in the fridge. Her father having been useless for several weeks, the household was spiraling into ruin. She found bread and jam. Everything else needed chopping or cooking.“Keep. ..”She gave a soft purr as I groped her, my hand cupping and caressing that amazing tit. I had never felt one so big in my whole life. But there was something I just had to know. “You have beautiful breasts. Tell me, what size bra do you wear?”“I was wearing a 34F for quite some time, but I guess I outgrew that. This one’s a 34G. That’s what I’ve been wearing for the last year or so.”“A FUCKING G-CUP! JESUS CHRIST!” I said to myself as I hammered on the accelerator, wanting to get to that park. I thought for a moment how to respond to her. I said “yes Mam, I prefer taking directly from the udders by looking at her big boobs and licking my lips with my tongue, but it is not always possible, as every buffalo (lady) does not allow me to do that”. She was stunned and looked at me strangely and said “what are you saying?” I said “Mam I said what I have seen and felt” and left the apartment for that day.Next day when I went she came with vessel and this time I was taken a bit back by seeing. And I felt my dick start to twitch like a motherfucker.This hockey player was standing there in a pair of bikini panties. They were black and lacy. And she was wearing a grey sports bra with an amazing set of fucking boobs.She looked at me. I couldn't speak.And then she finally spoke."Are you okay?" she finally said.I spoke. And it sounded as stupid as anything I'd ever fucking said."Jesus. You're beautiful," I said.She blushed."Aw. That's so cute. Thank you," she finally said.And I finally.