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Over time, her son grew, she stopped breast feeding, and the baby fat slimmed away. The tits, however, still remained huge, and cantilevered skyward by engineering miracles from the best bra makers. Mrs. Big Tits wanted a third , but hubby wouldn't, so after their son was in school, they acquired a dog, which became a substitute . Hubby, a perual boy himself, played fetch with the retriever. Mrs. Big Tits walked it, her chest bouncing happily announcing her passage down the street. Over time, her weirdness rubbed off on her s, who stopped playing with mine. I often wondered if her teasing comments about fucking Mrs. Big Tits meant that would be an exception to her 'no fucking people I know' request. A chance to find out presented itself last fall.
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