She positively launched herself at me, only just catching herself in time to keep from knocking me flat — she was still taller, heavier and stronger...than me, though I’d finally cleared 5’ and 100 lbs. I reached my arms around her and led her to the bed where she made herself as small as possible, with her head in my lap, as I petted her hair and whispered words of love.I didn’t ask what had brought on her reaction and she didn’t offer. That was fine — we were two separate people and entitled to. It had pockets on each breast and only came to mid thigh. Next she picked out 5 inch red heels, her husband's favorite. She looked in the mirror. She didn't need a bra, her round breasts held themselves up just fine.Brett had mentioned he would get behind her so she would leave off panties too. He would like that. She decided on bright red lip stick and grey eye shadow. Her blond hair she would fix retro, 50s style. Elegantly sexy. She took a deep breath. "You can do this." She told herself out. I guess all this makes me a lucky thinker, or something of the sort.Besides, brainy people go nuts with all their intense thinking. But me and my delicate bride Emily and my best friend, and now co-husband of sorts, Homer will never go crazy. And to me, it's a relief. But what's so great about having too many brains? Too much of anything ain't all so great. And I can guarantee you one thing, we three do not have too much of a good thing where brains are concerned. We don't need 'em.Where was I?. It never looked so big but it was. I can feel the tightness of her boobs, her nipples poking from her tight boobs also felt on my hand.I kept my hand real slow on her boobs and just caress her boobs I can feel her breathing getting heavy now. But I was so excited that I kept doing that. I started to push a bit on her boobs with my palm and her boobs went inside when I did that. Uff I was now on 7th heaven now. I always wanted to pump her boobs and I was having a real chance of life now.Then I.