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KEEPERS of the BIG TITTY REALM . . .


any random TITTY GROPING stories out there? CUM ONE and ALL . . .
 
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Hmmm...I love a challenge. :cool:

Got a model, or a friend, or the wife of a friend, in mind as the main character? ;)
 
Hmmm...I love a challenge. :cool:

Got a model, or a friend, or the wife of a friend, in mind as the main character? ;)

well, if the story has to be fictional--im partial to a busty wife . . . .

ALL TRUE STORIES are great as well . .
 
A few years ago a friend of mine was in a relationship with a slim, attractive 30 year old with big, pendulous breasts(36DDD would be my guess). They fought all the time, and he told me he wasn't even interested in her breasts(he's an ass man). One night we all went out to a local bar and got shit faced. They fought earlier in the evening per usual, and after a few drinks she started playing footsie with me under the table. No big deal she's flirted with me before and always brushed it off. At one point my friend heads to the can to take a leak and she grabs my leg underneath the table, starts talking about she's sick of my friend and was always interested in me. Now, I know her pretty well and she can be a royal b!tch, but I've always wanted to bury my face in her huge baps!

Anyways, last call came and we called a cab for the ride home. We all pile in the back, me to the left, her in the middle, my friend on the far right. We're cruisin' along and all of a sudden she grabs my cock! I slowly turn to look at my friend and he was nodding off just staring out the window. I couldn't resist and start groping her huge breasts over her tight sweater and petting her hot pussy which formed a nice wet spot on the front of her pants. I was going insane thinking about fucking the shit out of her, didn't help I was in a drought with women during that time. Squeezed and cupped her warm, flappy baps the entire ride home without my friend ever knowing!

Unfortunately, the story doesn't end well for me. First stop is my friend's house, and of course she has to get out with him. If she refused he would have fought me right there at that moment. Well, at least she was all warmed up for him and ready to go lol. I'm still good friends with this guy and they are no longer together. First time I've ever told this story.
 
One of the most exhilarating and quite disappointing groping experiences was at a crazy consert with amateur student orchestras. I'd had a few beers and was watching a really bad band playing, the only thing that got me going was the girls dancing in front of the orchestra. They were dressed in burlap sacks for some reason, and one of them, dark, short hair, had a pair of enormous breast, they wobbled mightily under the burlap, almost hitting her chin at times. Nobody dared comment on her tits, but I knew everybody was watching the heavy burlap stretching boobs move.

The band finished and a new orchestra was up. Suddenly the burlap girls was beside me and the shorthaired girl looked at me, I offered a sitting place in my lap, and she accepted, giggling, got a firm grip on my beer. I had my left hand on her bare thigh and the right round her waist. She put her free arm around my neck and I nuzzled close, feeling her fat breast press into my chest. I mumbled that I enjoyed their dance and she giggled as I also commented on the burlap dresses. As I caressed her waist and upper part of her ass, feeling the "cloth" and texture of the same, she gave me a kiss. Suddenly my hand moved from her thigh and placed itself on her huge breast. "was it the cloth or what's under the burlap" I really liked, she asked and didn't mind my kneading hand at all, she had firm, heavy breasts that must have been somewhere in cupsize over F or G, naked under the cloth.

After two songs by the new band on the stage, the burlap girls were leaving, and she just rose, kissed me quickly and left with my beer. I didn't see her again, the sister of one of my orchestra friend replaced the burlap girl and I indulged myself in her body, but that's another story...

But I never forget the sway and wobble of the burlap girl's huge breast!
 
Barb. I was working at a 4 star hotel on night shift and as I left one morning, in walked this shorter, thicker gal that just had this massive chest. Her uniform (security) made her look SO friggin big. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, as she basically gets to me I hear her say an amused hi and realize she’s noticed that I’ve been drinking in her giant rack this whole time. I say hi back as my eyes meet hers and we both kinda laugh as we keep walking.

We had a few exchanges like this till one day at lunch on the shift she comes walking in. She sits with all of us and we all just chat, I keep giving her side smiles but don’t want anyone to catch on. We got up to leave at the same time and walk out the cafeteria, as we go through the doors she slips her arm into mine and asks if I’ll escort her to her area that she’s watching. I have this huge rush of blood to my head because she has my arm pressed into her giant tits. I realize she knows what she’s doing to me and I just look at her and say “thank you.” She laughs, says you’re welcome, and we walk and talk.

We get to her spot and we talk for what ends up being several hours. I found out a lot about her, including that she’s a FF. All I mutter is wow, which makes her laugh.

After the chat, it was time for her to go and I walk her out. She thanks me for the company and starts to give me a hug, then asks for a kiss. As I kiss her, my hands just went right to her tits. I just squeeze gently and slowly rotate my hands, she lets out a light moaning laugh and asks if I was happy now. I tell her that I’m hard and would like to be happier, lol. I dunno. She says maybe sometime soon and goes to leave.

I never got to see, sick or fuck them...but every morning for a couple years I’d meet her as she walked in with a boob grab and sometimes a kiss. And I’d tell her I wanted those things, she hinted she wanted a relationship and not just sex, but I wasn’t interested in any relationship at the time. Especially from work. Love that I at least got to fondle.
 

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OK, sober stories, hmm… how about this one then:

Went on a journey with some older people, due to a relative, normal sight seeing and we were travelling by bus. I noticed an older lady with her friend as they walked towards the bus, her coat was distorted at her waist and down. I didn’t expect anything sexual from this trip at all, so I was unprepared for the sight when she unbuttoned the coat in front of me, said hi to my aunt and shook hands with me. The sagging fatness of her bosom hit me hard and as she held my hand and remarked to my aunt that she brought a nice young man, I felt my excitement grow rapidly. The huge bra made her bosom swell around her waist in a strange way, but the surplus breast meat swelled over the brim of her bra and showed clearly through the tight top.

We entered the bus and my aunt sat down, the bosomy lady sat behind us, talking to her friend. Suddenly she patted me on my shoulder and asked me who I was, in relation to my aunt, I turned and told her, and we had a small conversation about my mom and dad, and she told me her name was Yvonne. As the bus got moving, her bosom moved with the bumps and turns, between and under her arms, the surplus breast meat shivering softly. It was hard not to watch, but she didn’t seem to care, they rested heavily in her lap.

She told me about her late husband, about living alone, how fun it was to meet friends like this and I felt her hand patting me more often than necessary. She was no beauty, thick glasses and wrinkles, but those breasts.

People started talking around us, and the leader of the trip informed about what we were to receive during the day. I talked to my aunt for a while, and then I felt someone standing in the middle of the bus, touching my thigh. Yvonne stood beside me, looking forward, her heavy bosom in my line of sight, she went forward to ask something and I watched her thin back. When she came back, she smiled at me, the bus shook suddenly and she lost her balance, grabbing my shoulder, I felt her left breast swinging into my upper arm, and staying there as she regained her composure, giggling as she supported herself. Needless to say I was overwhelmed.

-I’m so sorry, John, she said and I held her upper hip, supporting her.

-I don’t mind, Yvonne, said I and smiled, she blushed and turned fully to my aunt and started a conversation with her, as she bent forward a bit, her bosom rested on my arm and hand and in my lap. My hand was filled with her left breast, I couldn’t resist caressing slowly and Yvonne reacted by leaning in even more towards my aunt, pressing her heavy breast into my hand, I was slowly groping the very soft mass of her breast. My cock pressed into her other breast.

This lasted some minute or so, maybe longer, then she straightened and my hand was free again. I couldn’t believe this situation and when she caressed my neck with her finger, I knew this was one of those moments.

My aunt said something to Yvonne and she leaned forward again, her overwhelming breasts rested on me again, this time I felt something like a nipple in my hand, and I caressed it slowly and tenderly.

-Maybe you want to sit, Yvonne, I said and she smiled at me.

-No thanks, much better like this, John, we can talk later about where to sit, we’ll be at the museum soon, she said and I kneaded her hanging breast on the backside, or rather under it, up to her belly, just to confirm I was allowed. She didn’t move at all, apparently satisfied with my hand exploring.

Then suddenly we had arrived. Yvonne rose and got her coat. I let my aunt out in the middle, feeling Yvonne’s soft bosom in my back, sorry, I said to her, and she patted my shoulder assuring me that it was ok.

During the time in the museum, my aunt wanted to see something special, and we separated from Yvonne and her friend, but as we had some coffee, they returned, Yvonne sat on the bench beside me, her friend by my aunt. Her swelling bosom pressed against the table, she sat close to me, and her breast rested on my thigh. Carefully I placed my left arm on the table, the right under the table, my right hand touched her thick breast lightly, she didn’t react, then I placed my hand on her breast, and waited, she didn’t move, then I started groping her softly, caressing the soft breast.

-…so good to see you, Yvonne said, and your niece, he’s a nice young man, isn’t he?
-Yes, very nice, said my aunt, and kind.
-Yes, kind indeed, Yvonne said looking at me, I could have sworn that she winked at me.

On the bus again, towards lunch. Got separated from Yvonne again, my aunt and I had a good time, talking.

-Yvonne has incredibly large breasts, did you notice?, my aunt said, everybody has told her to get rid of them, they must be so heavy, don’t you think?
-Yes, very heavy, but I’m a man you know, I couldn’t imagine what it feels like.

-I saw her in the changing room once, at the swimming pool, they hang down very low, I remember watching them move as she walked around. Her late husband liked them though, he couldn’t let go of them at times, we didn’t like him very much, kneading Yvonne’s breasts in public. A terrible man, he was.

Then we left the table and got into the bus, Yvonne sat there already and smiled at us, I smiled back at her as did my aunt. Nothing more happened on the bus, but we arrived to a small mall with home made stitchings, cloths and really good things for older women. My aunt disappeared and I wandered around aimlessly, suddenly I bumped into Yvonne, walking by herself, she took hold of my arms and the sides of her enormous breasts were in my hands, she pressed herself into me, her bosom pushing into my groin and lower belly. I kneaded her soft, soft breasts and watched into her eyes.

-Ooooohhh, John, what are you doing to me, she whispered, caressing my arms.
-Caressing your breasts, Yvonne, do you mind?
-Noooo, keep on, said Yvonne, are you hard now, John.
-Ohhh, yes, I said, digging under her hanging breasts, they were heavy.

Someone came by and I separated from her, her friend came also and the moment was gone. As we got on the bus again, I hoped to get some more opportunity, but nothing more happened.

As I hugged Yvonne outside the bus, when we got home, she whispered to me that I should call her.
 
Nerd groping

Once upon a time in my youth, we’re celebrating Lucia, a special holiday, not religious anymore in Sweden, but apart from the party in the evening, you were supposed to be awake in the night before Lucia day and sing in the morning to start this day properly. The Saint Lucia died horribly, but God healed her wounds and saved her. She came from Sicily in the 4th century.

As a small group of us decided to sing for our teachers in the morning, we rode a small bus around the countryside. It was to many people in the bus. One girl was a bit nerdy, but on her tight body she had a pair of very round breasts, huge and firm. They were misplaced I thought, as the girl wasn’t sexy at all in her nerdy ways, studying hard (she is a doctor now, highly placed at a large hospital). She had no interest in me at all, and I admired her firm, large bosom, but never thought to approach her.

But when we tried to squeeze inside the bus, she suddenly sighed and sat down in my lap, rather unwilling I thought, but she leaned back and relaxed, as if waiting for something, I had her hair in my face and held her waist as the car moved on the small roads. She turned to her friend a little, and suddenly I felt her huge breast by my fingers, she opened her arm and turned a little more and my hand was fully on her massive breast, then she locked my arm in place and continued talking to her friend. I was a bit scared, she was a bit harsh in her temper normally, and this was totally unexpected.

I couldn’t resist caressing her breast carefully, they were so rounded, like a pair of soccer balls, slightly smaller. She just sat there, locking my arm in position, she had her jacket over her boobs and I put my other hand on her waist on the other side and she opened her arm, letting me in and suddenly I was caressing both her globes, she relaxed even more and my cock was hard against her ass. My right hand moved around her hidden breast and I felt her hard nipple through the cloth of her top, striped if I remember right, in grey and pink. It was wonderful, so firm and huge.
-First stop, the driver announced and we got out, sang our songs, the teacher toasted us with his tea. I sat down at the same place, and the girl waited and got into my lap again. I couldn’t believe my luck, she opened up and hid my groping hands with her jacket, I felt her ass move slowly over my dick, we pretended to sleep, but my hands explored her breast fully. I haven’t found the likes of her breasts since then, bigger yes, but the soccer ball quality of the youth like hers, no.

This repeated itself three more times, her nipples were hard from the beginning of the groping session before, the last ride was the best of all. We didn’t kiss at all, but we both knew this was the last chance, she lay back and I kissed her cheek a couple of times, and she pulled her top up and I gained access to the naked skin of her breast in the bra, she actually moved her ass actively on my hard dick, about five minutes before we arrived at the school, I glided inside her bra, reaching her hard nipple with one hand and my other hand caressed her between her thighs. I felt my cock swell and thanked God that I had black trousers on, as I came under her moving ass, I don’t know what happened to her, but she pressed her cheek to my mouth and a small moan could be heard.

She pulled down her top and we exited the bus, she went away with her friend and that was that. As if nothing had happened. Well, even if we didn’t want to have a relationship, the moment has stayed in my mind.
 
. . a subtle distraction

. . . recently, I took on a late-night side gig that ultimately added all sorts of rag-tag characters to my social circle, and vice versa. Long story-short, I got two new random women coming over my house at night, at the same time . . to casually mention how they have so much soreness in their backs and shoulders. These two women are both full figured, some-what single, Black, 20-somethings who both lamented—again casually—about the physical turmoil of having “these big ass titties” (their words).

So of course, I oblige with offering massages to both of them. Let's say they are named K and B. K was the first I gave a massage to. K, the thirstier one of the two and who had initiated this trio scenario, claimed to be a JJ cup in passing previously on a thick 5'5, 200-pound frame. My hands and fingers sank deep into her soft shoulders, haunches, back, and under-carriage. “Does this bitch even have bones in her body?” I thought as I unpacked the rolls on this bitch. Both women were in the room for this first massage, so as I kneaded K from behind with her seated on the floor below me, I was careful to not try anything too creepy—staying clear of obvious titty groping.

Next. Round Two.

Now it was B's turn. She was K's homegirl; maybe an inch shorter but sporting a cup size comparable to her friend, on a much slimmer figure. For her massage, I suggested that B and I go into my bedroom. After all, I cannot very well give her the FULL experience without giving her the chance to lie down and get comfortable, right? “ This is the DELUXE package. They normally charge real cash for this, but you can get it for free this one time”

With a little persuasion, B is laying out on my bed, face-down, with K watching TV in the next room. Saddle up. I kneel over and eventually sit on top of her denim-clad, bubble booty as I massage her sides, back, shoulder, and side-boob. Thick bra straps push through from the other side of her t-shirt as she lays there relaxing. With her friend in the other room, Im a rude boy—pay close attention to any and all parts of her full, heavy, high-sitting titties that are squishing out from the sides of her body. She just giggles and sighs softly (B is a ratchet type, but ive been taming tigers for years).

I then tell her to turn over so I can massage the front “to complete the package, babe.” She giggles at my suggestion and she rears up onto her elbows slowly. The GATES are open. My working hands work their way around her huge, round melons and cup them as she mutters about her friend in the next room. Her big brown breasts fill my palms as I knead them like peaches from behind. Her cleavage swelled and jiggled upto and out of the top of the loose neckline on her t-shirt. I started giving her pecks on her cheek, when I hear “Hey yall, its time for me to go,” from K in the next room. Juicy, soft titties in-hand (easily G cups on first estimate), B retorts that “I guess we should go.”

They both get up, put their shit on, and slowly leave.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .. . .
 
Not groping exactly but I was at a club for New Years Eve a few years ago. Introduced myself to an okay looking chick who just managed to have humongous boobs (probably H/J cups) and had a deep enough neckline you could basically see everything almost to the nipple. We dance, drink and enjoy ourselves for a few hours and then her boyfriend (!) showed up telling her that he wanted to leave in 20 minutes. She literally never mentioned she was there with someone and I never noticed anyone else around her. So she told me she wanted to have one last dance before she left and obviously I was going to go nowhere with this woman but hey I had some fun with her and her boobs were fantastic so it wasn't a total waste. So we hit the dance floor and she's pretty buzzed but composed and she starts dirty dancing with me, to the point that everyone around use took notice and cheered us on. Very very dirty stuff, rubbing her ass into my crotch, getting up close and rubbing my crotch with her hand, grabbing my ass. Took me by surprise becuase it was unlike what she was doing before but when I tried to grab her ass she batted my hand anyway and told me not to get too close, which was weird but I respected it. So by the end everyone around us is still watching us and somebody must have noticed she was getting away with all of this to my detriment because a drunk guy got behind me, held my head and directly plunged it into her cleavage. It happened so fast and I was tipsy so I didn't resist and he held it there for a long time so I was basically getting a good long motorboat session with her. It felt great and immediately when he let go I popped my head out to see her reaction. She was incredibly pissed and started yelling at the drunk guy for doing that (he was def not her boyfriend) and basically stormed away in a huff after that. But afterwards the drunk guy high fived me and everyone around cheered. I have no idea why that happened but looking back it was definitely worth it.
 
OK, sober stories, hmm… how about this one then:

Went on a journey with some older people, due to a relative, normal sight seeing and we were travelling by bus. I noticed an older lady with her friend as they walked towards the bus, her coat was distorted at her waist and down. I didn’t expect anything sexual from this trip at all, so I was unprepared for the sight when she unbuttoned the coat in front of me, said hi to my aunt and shook hands with me. The sagging fatness of her bosom hit me hard and as she held my hand and remarked to my aunt that she brought a nice young man, I felt my excitement grow rapidly. The huge bra made her bosom swell around her waist in a strange way, but the surplus breast meat swelled over the brim of her bra and showed clearly through the tight top.

We entered the bus and my aunt sat down, the bosomy lady sat behind us, talking to her friend. Suddenly she patted me on my shoulder and asked me who I was, in relation to my aunt, I turned and told her, and we had a small conversation about my mom and dad, and she told me her name was Yvonne. As the bus got moving, her bosom moved with the bumps and turns, between and under her arms, the surplus breast meat shivering softly. It was hard not to watch, but she didn’t seem to care, they rested heavily in her lap.

She told me about her late husband, about living alone, how fun it was to meet friends like this and I felt her hand patting me more often than necessary. She was no beauty, thick glasses and wrinkles, but those breasts.

People started talking around us, and the leader of the trip informed about what we were to receive during the day. I talked to my aunt for a while, and then I felt someone standing in the middle of the bus, touching my thigh. Yvonne stood beside me, looking forward, her heavy bosom in my line of sight, she went forward to ask something and I watched her thin back. When she came back, she smiled at me, the bus shook suddenly and she lost her balance, grabbing my shoulder, I felt her left breast swinging into my upper arm, and staying there as she regained her composure, giggling as she supported herself. Needless to say I was overwhelmed.

-I’m so sorry, John, she said and I held her upper hip, supporting her.

-I don’t mind, Yvonne, said I and smiled, she blushed and turned fully to my aunt and started a conversation with her, as she bent forward a bit, her bosom rested on my arm and hand and in my lap. My hand was filled with her left breast, I couldn’t resist caressing slowly and Yvonne reacted by leaning in even more towards my aunt, pressing her heavy breast into my hand, I was slowly groping the very soft mass of her breast. My cock pressed into her other breast.

This lasted some minute or so, maybe longer, then she straightened and my hand was free again. I couldn’t believe this situation and when she caressed my neck with her finger, I knew this was one of those moments.

My aunt said something to Yvonne and she leaned forward again, her overwhelming breasts rested on me again, this time I felt something like a nipple in my hand, and I caressed it slowly and tenderly.

-Maybe you want to sit, Yvonne, I said and she smiled at me.

-No thanks, much better like this, John, we can talk later about where to sit, we’ll be at the museum soon, she said and I kneaded her hanging breast on the backside, or rather under it, up to her belly, just to confirm I was allowed. She didn’t move at all, apparently satisfied with my hand exploring.

Then suddenly we had arrived. Yvonne rose and got her coat. I let my aunt out in the middle, feeling Yvonne’s soft bosom in my back, sorry, I said to her, and she patted my shoulder assuring me that it was ok.

During the time in the museum, my aunt wanted to see something special, and we separated from Yvonne and her friend, but as we had some coffee, they returned, Yvonne sat on the bench beside me, her friend by my aunt. Her swelling bosom pressed against the table, she sat close to me, and her breast rested on my thigh. Carefully I placed my left arm on the table, the right under the table, my right hand touched her thick breast lightly, she didn’t react, then I placed my hand on her breast, and waited, she didn’t move, then I started groping her softly, caressing the soft breast.

-…so good to see you, Yvonne said, and your niece, he’s a nice young man, isn’t he?
-Yes, very nice, said my aunt, and kind.
-Yes, kind indeed, Yvonne said looking at me, I could have sworn that she winked at me.

On the bus again, towards lunch. Got separated from Yvonne again, my aunt and I had a good time, talking.

-Yvonne has incredibly large breasts, did you notice?, my aunt said, everybody has told her to get rid of them, they must be so heavy, don’t you think?
-Yes, very heavy, but I’m a man you know, I couldn’t imagine what it feels like.

-I saw her in the changing room once, at the swimming pool, they hang down very low, I remember watching them move as she walked around. Her late husband liked them though, he couldn’t let go of them at times, we didn’t like him very much, kneading Yvonne’s breasts in public. A terrible man, he was.

Then we left the table and got into the bus, Yvonne sat there already and smiled at us, I smiled back at her as did my aunt. Nothing more happened on the bus, but we arrived to a small mall with home made stitchings, cloths and really good things for older women. My aunt disappeared and I wandered around aimlessly, suddenly I bumped into Yvonne, walking by herself, she took hold of my arms and the sides of her enormous breasts were in my hands, she pressed herself into me, her bosom pushing into my groin and lower belly. I kneaded her soft, soft breasts and watched into her eyes.

-Ooooohhh, John, what are you doing to me, she whispered, caressing my arms.
-Caressing your breasts, Yvonne, do you mind?
-Noooo, keep on, said Yvonne, are you hard now, John.
-Ohhh, yes, I said, digging under her hanging breasts, they were heavy.

Someone came by and I separated from her, her friend came also and the moment was gone. As we got on the bus again, I hoped to get some more opportunity, but nothing more happened.

As I hugged Yvonne outside the bus, when we got home, she whispered to me that I should call her.

Well, so what happened? Did you call Yvonne? Great story man.
 
i met this petite and curvy, young asian woman at a business function. as soon as i saw her, i had a rising hard-on . . it was LOVE at FIRST SIGHT . . she had a figure a lot like HITOMI TANAKA . . . i could tell her breasts were full, round, and perky from a distance . . . cup size was a DDD at the time . . . all the breast play we did together eventually would cause her to move up but thats another tale .

i chatter her up and after 3 dates of cat-and-mouse games, we wound but taking a drive down the road one afternoon for some nice and dirty fun . . . i made a move and she had exhausted what was left of her will-power . . . . she jumped out of her passenger seat into my lap . . . she was in the throws of passion . . . kissing and groping lead me to peeling her out of her top and over-packed lacy bra . . .

she had beautiful soft brown nipples . . medium-large areolas at the tips of her soft brown jugs . . . perfect and swollen tits with the perkiness of a 20something woman . . i went hog-wild on those amazing titties and i found that she was amazing responsive . . .she surrendered . . . . we lost track of time . . the setting sun had given way to the fullness of night . . . . massaging, sucking, stroking, licking, biting, squeezing, and bouncing her tits around on top of me, my soon-to-be-girlfriend let out a soft series of sighs and then melted into my arms as an orgasm washed over her (she confirmed later) . .
 
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Wife gave me a play by play of her hook ups during a break in early 2000s, she’s 21 slim hourglass F cup. St Patrick’s day she’s at a bar having drinks with friends.

She’s buzzed and comes back from the bar stopped by a fireman who’s with other firemen and says they have to ask her something.

She asks what. He says are those real. She says yes. He says he doesn’t believe her. That pisses off drunk her and she argues back and forth that they are.

He says the only way to tell is feel if they’re real. She lets him feel them up. Still says he doesn’t think so and has the other firemen grope to check. Some side with her and others act skeptical. Says he’s going to have to take her to the station to find out. She realizes it was a rouse to get her back to fuck and just goes along with it.

Such a dumb pickup but it worked so can’t be that dumb.
 
Wife gave me a play by play of her hook ups during a break in early 2000s, she’s 21 slim hourglass F cup. St Patrick’s day she’s at a bar having drinks with friends.

She’s buzzed and comes back from the bar stopped by a fireman who’s with other firemen and says they have to ask her something.

She asks what. He says are those real. She says yes. He says he doesn’t believe her. That pisses off drunk her and she argues back and forth that they are.

He says the only way to tell is feel if they’re real. She lets him feel them up. Still says he doesn’t think so and has the other firemen grope to check. Some side with her and others act skeptical. Says he’s going to have to take her to the station to find out. She realizes it was a rouse to get her back to fuck and just goes along with it.

Such a dumb pickup but it worked so can’t be that dumb.


. .so the firefighters ran a TRAIN on ur wife?
 
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