Marisa said, “Half the people in the world have well-developed breasts, you know.” That only made me feel worse, knowing she was telling me that I was going to grow even more.
It was too much.”Girls have breasts, not men,” I argued with her as Marisa’s hands stroked my body. This time, however, unlike the other times we’d made love, she paid great attention to my breasts, cupping my thrusting nipples; and then, when she slipped off her bra and blouse, caressing them with her own much larger breasts.
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