"Oh, they're just like every other woman's, aren't they?" she said.

"Not my old lady," he said, his eyes glued to her brown-nippled boobs. "She's practically flat-chested."

She raised her arms when he pulled her tee-shirt up and over her head. He lay it down on the arm of the sofa and gazed down at her.

Her tits flopped around on her chest and she felt self-conscious as he continued staring at her tits.

"You'll never drown with those things," he said, gazing with delight in his eyes at her massive big-nippled tits.

She giggled, gradually relaxing as he teased her about her nervousness. Soon she relaxed completely and felt no shame when he bent down and minutely examined her brownish pink nipples.

"Do they taste as good as they look?" he said.

"I don't know," she said. "I never tasted them."

"I'll let you know after I have a taste," he said.

He held her nipples between his fingers and watched the pinkish-brown nubs grow stiffer and longer. "It's too bad you can't suck them," he said. "I once knew a girl who could suck her own jugs. She could bring herself off that way."

"You mean she'd suck her own tits while she masturbated?"

"Yeah!" His eyes sparkled with lust.

"My husband doesn't think married women should masturbate," she said.

"You're husband sounds like a jerk," he said.

"He's got a lot of good traits," she said.

Grinning down at her, he cupped her tits and watched the big globes overflow his palms. He squeezed them gently and then not so gently and she sighed softly as the pleasure caused by his fingers radiated through her.

Her pussy responded by lubricating heavily. She could feel that her panties were soaked with her cream. She'd always been a heavy lubricator. Charlie used to tease her about it. He'd tell her a guy could fall right in, she was so juiced up.