Take off her t-shirt

Like nothing was happening, Ashley moved to sit and pulled off her shirt in one smooth motion.

"What the..." she said like she just realized what she did.

I wasn't saying anything. For the first time, I was finally looking at her breasts in all their naked glory. They must be at least E size with large nipples standing prominently.

Ashley quickly jumped up from the sofa and looked like she is trying to pull her t-shirt back on but somehow she couldn't. She is not able to pull it over her head no matter what she tries. All she achieves is just to make her boobs bounce around with her exertions.

"What's happening, George?" She shouts worried.

I say nothing, I barely hear her watching her tits so close that I could touch them.

Finally, she gives up and runs off to her room in distress.

I just stay on the sofa bewildered, not even noticing the movie still playing in the background.

In a few moments, Ashley is back wearing a different t-shirt.

"George..."

She doesn't manage to properly start her sentence and as soon as she walks in front of me, she promptly takes her shirt off again. I love her breasts. They look even larger as they bounce around on her slim body fighting a losing battle with her useless piece of clothing.

Ashley shrieks frustratedly as she immediately runs off back to her room.