Samantha would make her boobs bigger

"I would make my boobs bigger," Samantha says and brings her hands up to her modest chest.

"What, I love your boobs! They are perfect as they are," you insist.

"I've been self conscious about them my whole life," Samantha says shaking her head. "They are way too small."

You tell her repeatedly that she's wrong about this.

"It can be hard to feel like a woman, you know, without larger boobs." Samantha squeezes her small breasts together and up as much as possible, giving you a view of her **** cleavage. "Bigger boobs are sexy, and well, more nurturing. Can you imagine me breast feeding with these?" she presses her hands on her chest flattening her breasts.

"Your tits are plenty sexy," you say. "I think I can and will imagine breast feeding from them," you joke.

"I'm serious, John! My sister Claire has bigger boobs. She's younger and more endowed. She's the better version of me," Samantha slurs some of her words, her drunkenness getting the better of her as she gets worked up.

"I just want to be able to wear something low cut and have amazing cleavage. I feel like my chest is like all bones. I can't even... you know... give a proper tit job. I'll have to get a boob job to give a tit job."

"I wish I could convince you that your tits are perfect as they are!" you say.

"Am I smaller than Emma's?" she asks you suddenly very serious.

"Let me see," you say reaching out a hand.

Samantha looks at your outstretched hand and then moves her hands down from her breasts, giving you an open opportunity.

You place your open palm on Samantha's breast and gently squeeze her.

"What have you got, an A-cup?" you ask as you fondle Samantha. You can barely believe you have a hand on Samantha Palmer's breast! Even if it is through her clothing and bra. Her bra is thin enough that you can feel a slight bump from her nipple - you wish that you could play with her nipple between your fingers, or better yet, your lips. You are so hard.

"Yeah," she admits sullenly, letting you continue to squeeze her.

"Yes, Emma's are a bit bigger," you admit as you reluctantly take your hand off of Samantha's breast.

"See!" she interjects.

"But I swear I like yours more!" you say, and while Samantha still wishes she had bigger boobs, she believes your sincerity.

"Okay, next question," Samantha says as she takes your phone."