dysslock
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Hi. To quote my friend here @Bcandid
''Anything large or of importance that happens in my life i document. As you never know when your memory will fail you.''
Truly, a lot of my important life events are implying something large, usually.
I'm here to tell you today about a little, sordid little slice of life.
The other day, a casual tuesday at work. This co worker of mine, a little older than I am, has some very interesting features, especially around the chest. She usually won't wear anything too revealing, but I know they're there! Those big juicy tits of hers! It's those little things she will do, and how she moves around the office, that will reveal them in different ways. But there's this separating wall that they've put up between her desk and mine, so we kinda have to stand when we want to talk.
And when she does, she'll kinda lean on it to poke her head over, as she is a little on the short side.
When she does that, she gets them all squished towards me. I have this tempered glass portion right in the middle of my separating wall and that's where I would see her tits just pushing against it, drawing my eyes like magnets, no matter what - she - wears. I swear one day, I almost heard the glass creaking against the weight of those things.
Some other times, she'll come to the side of my wall instead, making it I guess a little less awkward. But she'll still lean against it, hugging that pole to the side. And I kid you not, the other day, she had the baggiest of knitted sweaters. Her tits came to life when she hugged that pole, and it just sliced through that sweater like butter. From what I saw, being the right boob that was coming off my side, it shocked me that it looked like those sweater puppies fetishes. I'm sure she had a bra on, but I think sweater puppies look much better with no bra on. And I started drooling at the thought of what her nude melons would look like just floating around in this big, featureless, knitted sweater. And she just stood there, with all that soft fabric tightened over her tits... and I barely listened to her.
It was hard not to stare... but even though I don't watch directly, I still keep some good memories about them, so I can tell you all about it.
''Anything large or of importance that happens in my life i document. As you never know when your memory will fail you.''
Truly, a lot of my important life events are implying something large, usually.
I'm here to tell you today about a little, sordid little slice of life.
The other day, a casual tuesday at work. This co worker of mine, a little older than I am, has some very interesting features, especially around the chest. She usually won't wear anything too revealing, but I know they're there! Those big juicy tits of hers! It's those little things she will do, and how she moves around the office, that will reveal them in different ways. But there's this separating wall that they've put up between her desk and mine, so we kinda have to stand when we want to talk.
And when she does, she'll kinda lean on it to poke her head over, as she is a little on the short side.
When she does that, she gets them all squished towards me. I have this tempered glass portion right in the middle of my separating wall and that's where I would see her tits just pushing against it, drawing my eyes like magnets, no matter what - she - wears. I swear one day, I almost heard the glass creaking against the weight of those things.
Some other times, she'll come to the side of my wall instead, making it I guess a little less awkward. But she'll still lean against it, hugging that pole to the side. And I kid you not, the other day, she had the baggiest of knitted sweaters. Her tits came to life when she hugged that pole, and it just sliced through that sweater like butter. From what I saw, being the right boob that was coming off my side, it shocked me that it looked like those sweater puppies fetishes. I'm sure she had a bra on, but I think sweater puppies look much better with no bra on. And I started drooling at the thought of what her nude melons would look like just floating around in this big, featureless, knitted sweater. And she just stood there, with all that soft fabric tightened over her tits... and I barely listened to her.
It was hard not to stare... but even though I don't watch directly, I still keep some good memories about them, so I can tell you all about it.
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