Breasts on display...again

I was stunned, I even stopped chewing. “I’m just kidding!” Ms. A said laughing, making her gigantic tits bounce up and down in her robe. “I wanted to break the tension, somehow! I’m not much of a joker.” She said as she sighed. “Also, I suppose since you’ve seen them for most of the day, it’s just useless to cover up at this point.” and with that she shoved the robe off both of her shoulders, revealing her massive melons once again to me. “Plus, this robe kinda itches me when it’s summer,” she added. They were practically lying in her lap; they hung down so low yet so full of volume with slight perkiness. My heart was pounding. It was so out of character for her to do this but maybe she felt relaxed around me? Was she sending mixed signals? Should I act on this? So many questions swirled through my brain as I pretended to laugh and eat, also not to stare too much.

But I seriously thought to myself. If I were to ever touch them ever in my life, this was the time to do it. After this, after I leave the house, it could and would probably never happen again. I tried to make conversation with her while thinking up a plan in the back of my head. At some point, I knew she was looking at me strangely. Probably suspected I had something up my sleeve, which I felt bad about since she already had a stressful day. The tension between us was building up again. I was visibly shaking at one point, picturing myself wrapping my hands around her bosoms that I so longed for. I couldn’t take it anymore. I blurted out "May I touch them?!" I had a shocked look & so did she….