I suppose so... -Blink

"I... I suppose so," she whispered.

Samuel didn't need any other sign, he reached out. His large, rough hands cupped her heavy breasts right through the thin fabric of her sundress. He gave them a firm, deep squeeze, testing their weight.

"My word," Samuel breathed out. "They are so heavy... and so soft."

He kneaded the plush flesh, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. He slid his left hand down to grip her plump ass, pulling her hips closer to the edge of the bed.

Amelia let out a breathless little sound. The heat from his calloused hands sent a thrilling jolt straight between her thighs. "They are just normal," she murmured.

"Must be great to have these as normal. I really envy Marcus." Samuel said, casually working her flesh like dough. He kept his eyes right on her face, making the intense physical contact feel like a regular conversation. "Does he appreciate your body? How does he touch you?"

"Marcus loves me," Amelia defended her husband, leaning slightly into Samuel's kneading hands. "Marcus is the exact same way. He never leaves my butt alone. Although he would fight if saw another guy even staring at me. Haha."

Samuel squeezed a handful of her breast, his desire intensifying.

"I bet he just grabs them like a brute," Samuel mocked playfully, shaking his head. "Maybe he's always complaining about the sagging because they are so big."

"That's not true!" Amelia pouted. "He thinks I'm beautiful. And they look even rounder when they aren't squished under this fabric."

"Is that right?" Samuel raised an eyebrow, challenging her with a wicked smirk. "I find that hard to believe. This dress hides a lot."