Trudy Xeroxed the Rose tattoo on her breast and gave all of the men a copy. Of course, me melting the Ice Queen was the highlight of the party. All this time she had not dated for fear that the men would make fun of her breasts. Those that sagged from weight or size were usually three inches thick or more. We walked in holding hands. Now I had seen my share of breasts. Now I had seen my share of breasts. Meow!”
She looked at me and then she looked down, “You do know that these fun bags are empty.”
I kissed her again and pulled her ass into me harder as I said, “Look, I’m telling you that I love your body, I love your empty fun bags, and I’m pretty sure that I love you.”
All she could do was cuddle into me, grind her pussy against my hard-on, and cry. As I lay there she kissed me and I felt her breasts going from side to side across my chest.
