posted by sooyup
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Courting days,
Daily trivia
Once I got my hand on it, my fate was sealed. Emma was the first girl I had ever groped and I remember thinking at the time that I would never get enough of it. That assessment has proven correct, and I feel the day has been wasted if I haven’t fondled Emma’s tits at least once. I’m sure it’s my constant handling that caused Emma’s immature peaches to grow into good-sized grapefruits (no, not melons). I have, I grudgingly admit, felt larger breasts on a couple of occasions. I was each time intrigued by the size and the weight of them. I am still fascinated by bigger bosoms and replay this video clip often. (Mmmmm. How gorgeous! And how we miss Anna Louise's Blog!) But quite naturally for a happily married man, it’s my wife’s modestly-proportioned bosom that gets to me. So now I am off to scoop one of Emma’s tits out from her bra and see how soft or firm it feels.
Once I got my hand on it, my fate was sealed. Emma was the first girl I had ever groped and I remember thinking at the time that I would never get enough of it. That assessment has proven correct, and I feel the day has been wasted if I haven’t fondled Emma’s tits at least once. I’m sure it’s my constant handling that caused Emma’s immature peaches to grow into good-sized grapefruits (no, not melons). I have, I grudgingly admit, felt larger breasts on a couple of occasions. I was each time intrigued by the size and the weight of them. I am still fascinated by bigger bosoms and replay this video clip often. (Mmmmm. How gorgeous! And how we miss Anna Louise's Blog!) But quite naturally for a happily married man, it’s my wife’s modestly-proportioned bosom that gets to me. So now I am off to scoop one of Emma’s tits out from her bra and see how soft or firm it feels.
