She thought he talked to her and not her tits.

Today, Aaron kept his eyes on hers more than most men could or even want to. It took years to focus on her and not the mams he worshiped. Over the years he obeyed her wishes and laughed at her jokes. He thrived at his job to get his promotion. She was ready for kids. Aaron had to make the money so his children would have her focus. He wanted her to stay at home to keep her for himself. Any guy weak enough would never see the ring and ask her out. His logic was to never have them cross paths!

Aaron kept her on the pedestal. Elise wanted to bring happiness to her family. She felt most desired and most alive in those early years of her daughter’s life. But now the iPad and phone ruled to roost. Elise had to go find a new matronly drive. Logically she thought about going above for her faithful hubby. Monthly she would throw kink subjects and taboos to gauge his interest. Not yet deterred, she always asked what he wanted, but his was a simple “to be with you”. Her inner self screamed “where do we go from this!?” She didn’t know he just wanted to see the jiggle and bounce her boobs made. She was the runway model who was too top heavy to stay upright.

Who could blame anyone glancing down while talking to her. She wanted to blame her Jewish grandmother but she was thankful she wasn’t like her B cup mother. She knew she had the looks to get any job for any career she wanted to explore, yet she still felt like she missed out on her purpose in life. But how did she go wrong with such a great guy?

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Aaron met her in calculus so many years before. She always thought he had the courage to sit next to her. He was polite and the first few weeks he was always studying the whiteboard’s formula while talking to her. She didn’t know that her boobs were covered… just from the sides. He knew that if he turned his head, he’d she her beautiful chest. His world would be lost in her cleavage.

She couldn’t know Aaron wanted to dive face first into her shirt every day. He would kill himself if he messed up his only chance to see her body. His conversations were directed to the orbs within her unfit bra. Never would he admit such a truth.

One day during class she coughed. The flesh tone of her titty popped into the corner view of his eye. No one reacted to the bimbo sound of a cough. For Aaron however that sneeze dissolved his focus. It broadcasted fear within him, for the heavenly sight might have brought upon him.

How could he get her to marry him one day if he couldn’t get through a single class?