Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that. .the straps came off her shoulders and my fingers unhooked the back. Auntie quickly removed the garment and let her breasts swing free. “That's what you like, isn't it?' she asked. “My little tits out for you to play with huh.” “I guess so,” I answered...immediately filling my hands with their soft, squeezable presence. My, my how soft and warm they were, their nipples just starting to stiffen as I fondled their forgiving flesh. “Did you ever think you would see and touch them?” she asked. “.Read More
