Then, together, we descended to the women who were all quivering in delight.They were young, of course, between eighteen and twenty-five, their bodies...lovely. A garden of delights from flat-chested girls with little A cups to busty girls that had to be F or even G cups, their bountiful tits overflowing their hands. Most had dark hair, a range of brunettes to raven-blacks, their faces delicate, skin pale with that Eastern European roundness and high cheekbones. Some had shaved pussies, others. ”“Sure. Let’s do that, then we can go to Vespers, then have dinner.”“There’s a Frisch’s Big Boy on Route 50 in Milford. It’s more or less on the way home if we take Wards Corner and Glendale-Milord Road instead of I-275. It’s only a few minutes longer that way, really.”“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed.She gave me directions and a few minutes later we were standing at the counter, paying for our clubs and golf balls. We had fun playing, though neither of us had much of an advantage over the other. All the girls were still virgins. As the girls sat on the grass engaging in their usual gossip about anything and everything Charmaine shyly brought up the topic of her breasts. An innocent but open girl, Charmaine confided to her friends about how shesometimes felt weird sensations when her nipples rubbed against her bra. Shewas clearly embarrassed by her admission. Lizzie seeing her friends discomfort and was eager to comfort her by sharing her own findings about her equally large breasts.. I said no it’s not so to which she held my hand & took me to her bedroom & made me sit on her bed. I like a child just followed her instructions.She came & sat on my lap & asked don’t you want to see my melon size boobs. Hearing this I was like on top of the world & readily shook my head in yes she took my hand & placed it on her right boob & slightly pressed it. This time I got the signal & understood what she wanted me to do I stared kissing her & pressing her boobs after maybe 10 min we.