Ann looked at her landlady’s big white tits. She was surprised to see that Martha had such pale-pink, spreading areolas. Those areolas remained soft-looking and unwrinkled while their dark red nipples hardened and lengthened.
Ann smiled weakly, took the tape and measured Martha’s chest cage just below her tits, then checked the cup size of the bra.
“That’s right,” Ann said. “You’re a thirty-seven D-cup. I don’t know why you argued. It’s obvious just from looking that I’m larger than you.”
“I still have not measured you,” Martha said firmly, taking the tape from Ann.
Ann reluctantly and somewhat unsteadily removed her dress and stood nervously in a solid white bra that couldn’t quite contain her mammoth tits. Her pink panties swelled with the great mass of springy curls showing like a dark shadow through the thin material, and Martha’s eyes wandered from her friend’s extremely hairy cunt to the exposed, milky white swells of her untanned tits.
“Shall I get the hooks for you?” she asked, moving behind the young widow.
“Ooohhh!” Ann gasped as he felt Martha’s panty-clad pussy mound pressing into the softness of her plump asscheeks. She shivered nervously. “P-please don’t get so close,” she stammered as she felt fingers working on the fastenings of her bra.
Then the bra was undone, and Ann’s face turned a bright red as her enormous naked tits flopped from the cups, heavy and jutting and slightly pendulous. They wobbled, white and fat with swollen red nipples. She heard the woman behind her suck in her breath.
“My God,” Martha murmured.
Ann realized that Martha was peering excitedly over her shoulder at her mammoth tits as they swung and rolled with their newfound freedom.
“You’re really very lucky,” Martha said hoarsely. “To have remained so, so firm and uh, what is the word. Taut? Yes, taut. I’ve never seen breasts as nice as yours.”
Ann thanked her nervously, uncomfortably aware that Martha’s soft, warm tit-flesh was spread across her back, with the stiff nipples digging hotly into her skin. And then she found herself in the strange position of looking down at her enormous tits and seeing someone else’s hands near them. She could hardly believe it when those hands dropped the tape and cupped her sensitive tits. “Oh! Oh! My God!” Ann gasped, squirming.
But Martha had a good grip on Ann’s soft, warm tits, and she squeezed them gently.
Ann gasped again as she felt her landlady’s lips pressing warm, wet kisses on her neck and cheeks and ears, and then she realized that her nipples were stiff and itchy, straining hotly into Martha’s palms.
“How long has it been since someone touched these lovely tits?” Martha asked softly, shaking the massive tits held captive by her hands. The untanned flesh vibrated like white jello. “So soft, darling. See? See how my fingers sink into them?”
Ann might have struggled more if she hadn’t been so woozy, and if her body wasn’t so starved for love. She’d needed to masturbate ever since peeking at Bob, and she was so hot that Martha’s hands felt good on her tingling, tight-skinned tits. She hadn’t been fucked in more than three years, and since Frank’s death she had steered away from every opportunity to have an affair. She knew men were attracted to her because of the size of her tits, and because they were sure that widows were eager to hop into bed.
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