After the unexpected but very pleasurable “breakfast,” we finally got our act together and left the house.
Zia Carmela dressed in a way that emphasized the abundance of her body. Her long wavy hair was unrestrained: it was so long and thick that it covered most of her back, barely touching the top of her butt. If you looked at her from the front, often times you’d be able to admire a shiny lock gently resting on her breasts. And behind such lush hair, you could still see the suppleness of her shoulders.
She wore dark red lipstick, and some mascara to show people who’s boss. Although with boobs like that she really didn’t need to. Her sleeve-less summer dress was low-cut both in the front and in the back, making her warm complexion stand out against the long luscious hair. Her bra was the biggest shelf bra ever, building a somewhat decent support for the very prosperous breasts.
“I love to wear this kind of bra, it makes my boobs jiggle the most…”
“Sì, come una mucca…” Mi riempii le mani con le sue tette. Le piaceva farsi strizzare le mammelle.
“Pronta per essere munta,” mi rispose, sporgendosi in avanti un po’. Voleva proprio farmi vedere quanto era mucca.
The dress continued vaporous toward her hips, outlining their magnificent girth.
“Che bella grassona che sei, zia!”
She smiled, pleased and compiaciuta of herself. Le diedi una manata sul culone sguignolo, and we walked out the door.