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The Good Doctor
Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Job/Place-of-work, Older Male / Female, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com
purple satin looking blouse, button up with a wide collar. I shit you not, she was showing no cleavage but her breasts just had that look. You know, some girls can fake it if close using a push up bra. But those great looking tits, where they start high up, above the arm pits, had good heft, uniformly dispersed, buoyant and full, giving that rounded under slope through the garment. Now I am an ass, man. I have always been an assman, and great legs and a bubble butt easily win out to me 99% of the time. Patricia had neither, her breasts were flat saddle back flaps, small in size and girth. They were purely functional, and that was before the kids. But again, I am an ass man, so that never bothered me. Until that day. That day I saw near perfection, or what hinted at it. Even an ass man, confronted with shameless, bursting with pride perfect tits, melts like butter on a hot roll. "Hi! I'm Angie!" She squeaked in a bubbly voice, her eyes fluttering once, a sly smirk now on those great lips. She had the type of lips where she had a lot of control over them, very muscled, very versatile. But that fucking smirk, it was the kind only really hot women who know they are hot can do. A look that says 'you're gonna just do what I tell you eventually anyway . . right?' And they are absolutely correct, we do, every time, like idiots. Well usually like idiots, but even a broken clock is right once a day, and it is amazing to be that clock! "Um, well what can I do for you Angie?" Amazed I ...