It's pretty obvious she's healthy, too: there doesn't look to be an extra five pounds anywhere on her – her belly is smooth, with that little paunch women have from having all their works on the inside. She's got a nice waist that just kind of flows into her hips. Between her legs, her bush is just a couple shades darker than what's on her head, and it's pretty obvious that she keeps it trimmed into a strip that's only as wide as the mound of her pussy, and goes up only about a third of the way to her belly button.
When I look up at her face again, she must be able to see that I like what she's showing me: she gets this Mona Lisa kind of smile on her face and comes over to where I'm sitting in the chair. She leans over and puts her hands on the arm of the chair to support herself as she leans in for a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft, and I gotta admit it was Real nice kissing her. I was trying to be polite and everything by not just grabbing her tits like I wanted to; she lets me know it's okay by taking one of my hands in hers and putting it on her boob. That's all it takes for me, and I get the other hand filled up on my own. She isn't some teenybopper, so her tits are softer – but they're still damn nice: warm and smooth, and still firm enough that squeezing them doesn't feel like I'm grabbing a plastic bag full of water; they feel like they're full of Jello, instead. As I start playing with her tits, I can feel the ends of her breasts puckering up as her nipples start getting longer.