You’re falling. You should protect yourself.
But there’s only one thing you’re focused on.
Everything occurs in slow motion even though only a few seconds pass.
Your sister-in-law pushes you. The motion causes the towels to untie and fall off her big tits. The towel falls and flaps open.
Your goal is accomplished: you see her tits.
Big full hanging tits on her body. A body that shouldn’t have such big tits. So big that the laws of physics determine that they sag under the weight, which isn’t ideal, but makes since, only fake big tits are perky. Your brother’s wife is all natural. Her nipples are little and pink, almost too small for the globes they’re attached to. (Your wife’s are dark and almost braille with all the bumps on her areola.)
You reach your lips out to suck those nipples.
Your head bounces off the hard ground.
The good news is that you’re alive.
The bad news is that you don’t remember the last ten minutes of your life. You don’t remember going into the bathroom. You don’t remember seeing those big boobs with the tiny pink nipples.
The last thing you remember is the flash of your brother’s wife in a bikini and the **** need to see those big tits.
