Yes but not without a stumble

As the two walked carefully across the mossy, stream-spanning tree, Hannah remarked,

"Just like the balance beam in gymnastics, heh."

"You were in gymnastics?" Michael asked curiously.

"Was. I had to stop eventually. I got too tall... among other things." she said, blushing.

"Other things?" Michael asked.

Hannah sighed, "My boobs got too big. Kept getting caught on the high bar." she admitted.

"Bullshit." Michael said with a chuckle.

"Hashtag big-boob-problems." Hannah joked.

"Oh, shut up." Michael laughed. But the levity was cut short as his foot slipped on a patch of wet moss and he fell backwards.

"Ah!"

"I got you!" Hannah said, extending her arms and catching him... in the most unfortunate way.

Michael was bent backwards, looking like he was mid-limbo. The back of his head was planted firmly near the top of Hannah's toned belly, her massive tits perched heavily atop his forehead and eyes. Worse still, in an attempt to break his fall, he reached back instinctively for anything to brace himself on, and now his arms were wrapped around her large, smooth hips as his hands squeezed on her big, soft butt cheeks, pulling them apart! Hannah felt cold air in places she previously wasn't and it made her gasp in way that didn't sound like it was simply from surprise.

The two stood like that in stunned silence for a moment before Hannah finally began lifting Michael up and forward to get him on his feet again. He let go of Hannah's butt when she did this and trusted her to keep him steady as she slid him out from under her tits.

At last the two were standing up straight again, Michael not daring to turn around and see what kind of expression Hannah was wearing.

"Th-thanks." Michael muttered.

"No problem..." Hannah mumbled