I like boobs and the bigger the better. I just love to grope and fondle them, to sink my fingers into the soft but firm flesh, to squeeze and massage ...hem, to revel in the feel of the heaviness of them, to run my hands over the whole vast expanse of them. However they must always be firm as well as large. It must be a cup size C or above but only so long as there is no discernible sag if and when I get to remove the bra. I hate really floppy boobs and will quickly lose interest if gravity takes. “Take this to wear,” he offered Harriet. “My mother made this for me. It is the only thing left from her. I can’t wear it anymore, but it should fit you.”“Thank you, darling,” Harriet answered, her eyes again brimming. She stepped out of her clothes and stood naked for a moment, before she put on the offered shirt. Together, they slipped under the blankets of the large bed. Tony blew out the candle and drew the bed curtains shut. Then he wrapped his arms around Harriet and held her close whilst. "Oh don't apologise to me sweetheart, I love that peachy ass of yours you must let me paint it sometime." I'm quite happy with the colour it is," joked Charlotte."Lame darling, lame," Jane bitchily nitpicked."It'll cost you, "smirked Charlotte turning to Jo. "Janes doing Fine Art, as well as being a dyke so don't be surprised if she tries to get you to model for her," she illuminated while filling the three cups with hot water."I wouldn't mind modelling," Jo surprisingly offered.Charlotte. The man came up fighting and started to pull a pistol. Marty had his in his hand and slammed it down on the wrist causing him to drop his pistol. It was still dark enough he couldn’t see the man well at all. He could tell he was slight of stature with long shaggy hair and dirty, ragged clothes. That was all.Marty raised his pistol and pointed it at the man’s chest and said, “OK, that’s enough fella. Just raise your hands and stand still. I suggest you tell me why you were rummaging around in my.