1. The Great Caroline Tit Epidemic of '82


    Date: 11/30/2014, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: Kinky_Kaps, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    into the passenger seat that I noticed the rest! Where the cardboard sign had obscured my view earlier, my unbelieving eyes were now feasting on an unobstructed vista of the two meatiest mammaries I'd seen in in a very very long time! The sleeveless mens' undershirt she wore as a top did little to conceal the shelf-like projection of her massive flesh balloons; it was like trying to hide two identical copies of the Goodyear blimp under a circus tent. Her tits' cantilevered form jutted perpendicularly from her ribcage and at the tip of each hemispherical cotton bulge, the shirt was tented by jutting fingerthick nipples. The chocolate-hued duskiness of both nipples and aureolas were simultaneously visible through the flimsy fabric. My lower brain drank it all in. "Hi..., Mona McCluskey!" she blurted out enthusiastically in a heavy Southern drawl, noting my gaze and u*********sly readjusting her top for maximum effect. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you...," she gestured toward her shorts and top, "but it's kind of warm and muggy today. Besides, my Momma always says: if ya got it, flaunt it! How far are you going? "All the way...I hope!" I responded directly to her massive mammaries. "I mean..., all the way to Cooper's Gap. And by the way, my name's Walt...Walt Carter." "Pleased to meet you, Walt! Not many rides up this way, you know. Especially not with good looking older guys!" Her eyes flashed suggestively. "Since you're going to Coopers Gap, too, suppose you can drop me off ...
    at the clinic? I just got off nursing school for the summer and I'm going to work there with Doc Suggs." "Well, you're really in luck because that's who I'm going to see!" I replied, marveling at how small the world can sometimes be. "You're k**ding! Really? What for?" "Well, Mona, I'm a doctor, too, and I understand that the young women in Coopers Gap have a problem." "Problem??" she inquired, wrinkling her cute little upturned freckled nose, her blue eyes flashing inquisitively. "You know...problem" I said, making a backhanded gesture toward Hooter Heaven. "Oh, shoot, you mean these little things?? Hey, this gal's got no problem at all compared to some of my friends! As you'll be seeing, soon enough!" she smiled, settling back into the seat and dr****g her knees to either side to give me a clear crotch shot of the narrow strip of denim laying there. That denim strip wasn't even wide enough to conceal the fact that Mona was a natural blonde. The latter view brought a sudden rush of bl**d to my lower brain that threatened me with crotch blackout! But what echoed in my mind was her three words: "These little things...". My eagerness to survey the problem jumped up five notches...as did my Peter Meter. We quickly settled into a relaxed conversation, but despite Mona’s sensual drawl and casually flirtatious manner, it became disappointingly clear to me that there was no roadside quickie in the offing. Instead, we passed the time in sightseeing... she'd point out the window at one ...
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