Top Blog: OLD FART FUCKIN never looking away from my eyes, she raised her arms until they were pointing straight up. I pulled her shirt up and off her arms, and then tossed it on the floor. I lowered my hands to her sides and said, "You can lower your arms now."
She lowered her hands to her chest and covered her breasts, what there were of them. "Let me see," I said.
Lisa hesitated for just a second and then lowered her hands.
She wasn't wearing a bra, but then again, she didn't need one. I looked at her small breasts. A training bra would have given adequate support. Her tits were about the size of two small dinner rolls with small brown nipples in the center. She was so thin I could count her ribs. I knew she was looking at me with a worried look on her face, so I smiled like her tits were the most perfect I had ever seen and said, "Absolutely beautiful!"
