Let's see some cleavage

Feeling emboldened by the knowledge that this is just a dream, you order the woman to take off her bra. She complies without protest, unhooking the front unceremoniously and letting her massive D cups fall free. Her pink aerolas are perfectly formed and her nipples are the size of your thumbnail. Amazing; you don’t even know this chicks name and she’s willing to do anything you say.

You walk over to her and reach towards her with a trembling hand.  You look up into her eyes looking for some sort of sign to continue.  All she gives is a curt nod.  You find that that’s all the encouragement you need.  You take each breast in a hand and start fondling away, occasionally running your thumbs over her nipples.  They stiffen up from the attention you give them.  She shudders a little and looks away, her breath quickening a little.  She seems to be feeling it.  You wonder what else she can feel.