The young man, he couldn't have been over 16, said, "Wow!Your beautiful, ma'am! Do you mind if... I mean could you tellme... That is, how big are..... I mean.." I tried to suppress a laugh and asked, "You mean, how bigare my boobs?" He stammered with a, "Ye... ye... yes. If you don't mind." I said, "Well I measure 39" and wear a D cup bra." The shocked boy then shocked me, I didn't think he wouldhave the nerve, but he asked, "Would you mind... could I...well, could I. A gentle melodic laugh that did a lot to ease my anxiety."Our church is a bit more tolerant than yours. Well, a lot more tolerant. We recognize that teenagers are victims of their raging hormones, and that you k**s need to... ahh... relieve yourselves. And that exploring your own bodies is a necessary part of learning to grow up. But that doesn't mean we leave books like that lying around for just anybody to find. Now you scoot upstairs with it and enjoy yourself."I scooted up the staircase. At. One was from my friend, apologizing and saying he was coming over to check on a stray cat we’d picked up a few days before. I opened a can of tuna, mixed it and the ice cream into the brownie mix, and threw the pan into the oven as the door bell rang. My neighbor wanted her ice cream, and I said it would be ready in about an hour, as I couldn’t turn the oven above 850. She said okay and went home to do the dishes, saying hi to my friend as he showed up with a huge duffel bag. Inside he said. I tried to relax with a nice bubbly soak in the tub. My thoughts turned to the lovely thick white chick I had seen earlier that day. She was about 45 years old, with nice auburn hair, 48DD breasts and built on the large side but everything was nicely put together. She was wearing some yellow tights that made her thighs and ass more pronounced and very sexy. She was bending over picking up a package she had dropped. I quickly offered to help her and when she stood up and faced me my eyes.