Show her tits!

At last, Brett muddled brain found the solution and grabbed hold of it and held on for dear life!

She gulped down her wine and set the empty glass on the table. She'd show ths kid! She would totally show him!

"You don't think I'm a woman?" she exclaimed. "Well, I'll show you!"

"What will you show me, Brett?" he said, emphasizing her name.

"I'll show you I'm a woman!" she insisted. "I'll show you I'm more of a woman than you could even dream of!"

So saying, she slipped off the sholuder straps of her dress and pulled it down, baring her spectacular tits!

"Any doubt I'm a woman now?"she demanded, knowing the young man would be devastated by the view of her mind-blowing boobies.

Todd stared at them. How could he not?

Then he cocked his head to one side and frowned.

*Huh," he said, noncommittal.

"Huh?" she demanded. *Huh? What do you mean, Huh?"

"Well, I don't mean to be rude, but did you really think those would convince me?" he asked.

"Wh...what do you mean?" she asked, looking down at her tits and back to the unimpressed young man.

"Well, I mean, they're pretty," he conceded. "But plastic surgery has been a thing for a long time."

"Plastic... You think these are fake!"?" she demanded.

"I'm not saying they are," Todd said, hands up defensively. "I'm just saying they could be."

Brett exhaled explosively.

"They could NOT be!" she insisted. "Do you think implants could move like this?"

She threw her shoulders back and shook her big natural titties back and forth as the young nan stared analytically. She jumped up and down, making them bounce. She squeezed them together, lifted them up, then let them drop.

"Do those look like surgical implants?" she demanded.

"Well, not cheap ones,," he conceded.

"Not cheap...Urgh!" she groaned.

This little shit! Was he blind? How could she prove to him that her tits were real?