The boys gasped at what they saw. All that was left of Donna's blouse was half of one sleeve hanging down her right arm and a string of ragged white that draped over her left shoulder and trailed down between the deep cleavage of her tits. Dressed in rags, Donna looked sexier than ever.

Donna had the kind of face that drove men wild. Her mouth was wide and full-lipped and inviting, her teeth perfect rows of gleaming white. Her wide, blue-gray eyes smoldered constantly, seeming to forever hold a promise of animal passion just waiting to be released.

But the beauty of Donna's face was just an appetizerfor her other charms. Donna was the kind of tall, willowy blonde men dream about. She was almost six feet tall, taller than either Wayne or Tony and almost as big as Mark. But she was as lean and finely muscled as a thoroughbred racing horse. Her broad shoulders tapered down to an upper body that was long and lean. There was only one thing about her upper body that wasn't skinny – her tits – and that was what made all three of her nephews gasp in shock.

Donna tied down her tits in the most restrictive bra she could find to make them look smaller. Now that her blouse hung about her in rags, though, the deception failed. Wayne reached over from the back seat and ripped the tight cotton bra in half, spilling her big, sweet tits into the open.

"No!" Donna gasped as her tits tumbled free. Tears ran twin tracks down her beautiful face. "Oh please don't do this! I don't want this to happen!"

Donna's tits weren't huge, but they were more than a handful-full, perfectly round melons that stood high and proud on her chest. Her nipples were sharp-tipped pink projectiles, and they stood out hard and straight in the cool night air, well over an inch long. "You dirty, beautiful bitch!" Wayne hissed, slapping his hands over her full tits and mashing them flat against her chest. "Hiding these big pretty tits all these years! You dirty fucking whore!"