There was a moment of silence as we both locked eyes. Ms. A then drew a deep breath. I could tell she was trying to find the right words to say. "You may touch them..." she replied in a stern manner. I couldn't believe it. My ears were burning and my heart was racing. I felt like I had an out-of-body experience.
"I'm sorry, Ms. A..." I replied.
"You can touch my breasts, Julian. Now please do it soon before I lose my nerve. We've been through a lot today and you've been getting a good look...consider it a reward. So...have it at." She gestured at them with her arms as she looked away from me.
I cautiously reached out with my left and cupped one of her massive utters and stroked the bottom of them that were laying on the robe that was in her lap. It was an indescribable feeling. I had hooked up with a couple of girls while in college but their breasts couldn't compare to the weight, feel, and size of hers. I was hooked. I knew better than to just attack like some caged animal. I had to take it slow.
As soon as I touched her, Ms. A let out a sigh. I couldn't tell if it was both pleasure or relief that the moment was finally over. She sat there with her eyes closed in silence with her head still turned. I began to touch and caress her enormous breasts with my left hand. Ever since we sat on the couch; I felt a stirring in my pants. After years of wanting to see her naked, I felt like I was gonna explode.
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