I am 57 year old skinny short 5ft2 tall freckled face thin lips green eyes redhaired soft butch single lesbian woman. People call me ugly alot of the times, and also make jokes about my looks. Ever since I was 14 people always call me names. I think I'm ugly and you can tell me I'm beautiful but I won't believe it. And that's my problem. I'm so firm in my views and I don't know what to do. Since childhood I have suffered taunts about being ugly,short and masculine. I suffered the worst bullying in high school, It was torture.
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I have a satin and silk fetish. It's something you get as a child, I don't know how. It's not a condition but it's also not a choice, so I have to live and die with it. I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. For me nothing looks sexier on a woman than a shiny satin or silk outfit. I randomly walk up to women dressed in silk or satin and start rubbing their back . I've also been known to do it to strangers too. I have the greatest trouble thinking rationally when i am around women dressed in shiny silk or satin.
I joined this forum back in February 2019 because i had issues with this woman my cousins wife . Now i have similar issues with this woman big Marsha.
About two months ago this extremely rich couple moved here in our town. The husband is a successful businessman. They moved here because is very near their son's boarding school. They bought a mansion. The wife Marsha is this 44 year old fairly "robust" woman; she is not fat or anything like that, she is"big-boned". Marsha is 5'11 tall and she has a very large breasts , side hips and big butt. They make her look huge. Yes, she is really big. I love her oversized hourglass figure. Something impossible to miss when first seeing her, with her turning lots of heads of both women and men, this woman , Marsha, has enormous breasts, huge tits. She has giant boobs. She has gigantic, frigging boobs.
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.Some photos of Marsha. But i had to crop the upper part of her face off. I just can't show her whole face here on this forum. It is too risky.
This woman Marsha is very serious, arrogant, and stuck up. She comes from old money. She grew up rich. She is used to a lot of money and expensive things because of this.
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I was sexually attracted to Marsha from the first day I met her. Especially once I saw the size and the shape of her big tits from the front and from the sides, I've never seen tits that big and that shapely. 18 days ago we had this gathering for this woman's Macy 75 birthday party in a restaurant. I arrived there. Then i saw Marsha for the first time. She was wearing this red satin blouse buttoned up to the top, tucked into black satin pants and 5inch heels black shoes. She had full make up on. Macy introduced me to her. I was hypnotized and mesmerized by Marsha's big tits. My attention focussed on the arresting sight of her sizeable breasts. Her breasts are exactly the level of my face.
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"Hello. It's nice to meet you, Marsha," i said, opening my arms for a hug. I wrapped my arms around her giant body, Marsha hugged me back. It felt like hugging a large cushion. I was between the arms of a soft giantess, resting my head on her chest and hugging her large body. Her chest was spacious and comfortable like a bed of pillows. Marsha broke the hug. "May I call you big Marsha?" i asked.
Marsha stammered awkwardly, "I..."
"What a great nickname!" Macy interrupted her. "Sinead here is always calling people by monikers."
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We sat at the table. Trying not to catch me staring, I was unable to stop staring at the huge impressions that Marsha's breasts made in her red satin blouse buttoned up to the top. She ate fast. She finished eating and got up. She went to the restroom. I got up and followed her.
I walked in. Marsha was at the mirror, fixing her makeup. These two other random women in the restroom were fixing their make up too.
I couldn't help but gaze over Marsha's body , feeling an urge to reach out and touch it.
As i stood behind her I timidly touched Marsha's back and rubbed my hands up it, feeling the smoothness of the satin material of her blouse whilst helped my palms to slickly slide over it, all the way up to her shoulders then reversing and back down her back, stopping just before the curve of her ass. I rubbed my hands back and forth, enjoying the simple movement, and the feel of my hands gliding over her back.
"i love your blouse. You are so elegant and over dressed. With your hair up. Your clothes are so shiny. You are so polished and shiny in this flashy satin clothes on your high heels. Your blouse is so tucked into your pants. Just as a part of my hillbilly psychology I have a dumb question.
Why are you so overdressed, on high heels with full make up on? You are dressed in satin head to toe, for Christ sake. These fancy clothes must be expensive. Are you rich? Please be honest. " i asked her while i rubbed her back with my both hands.
"I am always dressed up to the max
"I always prefer my blouses to be tucked in. It makes the look neater." Marsha answered.
"You are huge. You are so overdressed and shiny. You are such a massive woman. Your breasts look absolutely huge, even with your blouse buttoned up to the top. They are vaulting off your chest and being seen from your side and even behind you i can still see your breasts. Your butt is big and heart-shaped also. Your pants are so tight on you. This fancy clothes are so tight on you because of your body type.
Your breasts are sooo large. They are massive. This blouse you are wearing is so tight fitting that stretches taut across your chest, it is buttoned up to the top but the buttons are almost threatening to pop free. This fancy clothes are so tight on you because of your body type. You are such a massive woman. " I said.
My hands kept rubbing Marsha's back.
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" I am aware Sinead that I am blessed with very large breasts, child bearing hips and big butt. I am 5 ft 11 and being well endowed well built and curvy always on high heels makes me HUGE! But I love my height and my curvy stature. I have gained weight over the years, but i carry that chubbiness well. I am always on high heels and full make up on. I have learnt to dress for my shape. I wear clothes that fit me properly. " she responded.
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" Don't worry big Marsha. You are right. You carry your chubbiness very well. You have such a regal bearing. You are so elegant. " i reassured her " I am fascinated with the size of your boobs. As you can see I am totally flat. My breasts are tiny. "
I moved my hands up and focused a little more on her upper back and shoulders , increasing the pressure slightly.
I was literally massaging Marsha's shoulders a little more firmly, enjoying the feel of the satin material until she finished fixing her make up and turned around. Her enormous breasts were literally in front of my face.
I couldn't resist.
With trembling hands, i gingerly cupped and caressed her beautiful tits.
"Oooh!" Squealed Marsha in surprise, as i felt her up.
"My God... What a pair!" i murmured. Her tits were so firm despite their enormous size, and they seemed even bigger in my small hands. Marsha was totally caught off-guard, and she simply stood there not knowing what to do. She simply stood there stunned, letting me to fondle and grope her.
I shifted my hands to cup the undersides of Marsha's heavy tits, sliding my thumbs across the smooth satin material of her blouse and bra. I could feel the hard jut of her nipples pressing through the satin as i rubbed my thumbs in a small circle over the middle of her breasts.
"They're so nice and big and soft," i said, spreading my fingers wide as i tried, unsuccessfully, to cover the entire expanse of Marsha's breasts with my hands.
The two random women were totally weirded out by our behaviour , but they ignored that and said/did nothing as if nothing was happening. They were watching with disgusted looks on their faces.
Marsha grimaced as i continued groping her immense boobs. I wasn't even looking up at her face; i was almost hypnotised as i watched my own small hands squeezing her big jugs through her bra.
I pressed my small hands against the outsides of her heavy melons and squeezed them up and together.
"You owe me big time for this Sinead, I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the "lucky ones" that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before. You are my first groper. Probably because of my size , my social status and my bitch resting face." Marsha muttered .
I cupped the lower part of Marsha's's tits and gave them a shake, watching with almost child-like relish as her boobs jiggled and shook across her chest.
My hands were literally locked onto Marsha's chest, squeezing, fondling and groping to my heart's content.
She sighed deeply in a futile attempt to appear to not care about the situation, but i could tell she was getting a little turned on despite herself.
Finally I decided to stop groping her tits and moved my hands down to her hips. Marsha turned around and walked out of the restroom.
Her butt and hips swayed side to side as she walked. As she took a few steps ahead and i followed her closely, i put my right hand on her left ass cheek, squeezing it - it was firm yet soft, much like her breasts, and were perfect to play with. She froze at my touch.
I gave her ass cheek a slap, to which she yelped involuntarily. "Keep walking big Marsha." i said jokingly.
She continued to walk ahead, stiffly and slowly, as i happily groped away at her behind the whole way, sometimes giving her a spank if she was being slow .
When we reached the table.
*SMACK*
Of course i couldn't help but spank big Marsha's big butt one last time as she sat on the chair, eliciting nothing but a yelp from her. Macy and the other women didn't notice, because they were in the middle of heated discussion. Afterwards I was so horny that I masturbated in my car.
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Nine days ago on the way to my store i stopped at the drugstore. I got out of the car. Big Marsha walked out of the drugstore. She was wearing a black long fur coat over her shoulders, a purple long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black cotton pencil skirt, sheer lace hold up nylon stockings and 5 inch heels purple shoes. She had full make up on. I walked up RUSHING up when i saw her. I said to her
"uuuu i love your blouse. Marsha you are always so elegant and over dressed."
I reached up and cupped Marsha's big breasts in my small hands, giving them an exploratory squeeze.
My hands continued to roam over Marsha's expansive bosom.
I said to her "Your husband is a lucky guy. You are a great woman. You are so tall, big and soft. I am fascinated with your size. You are a colossal woman. " Then i continued asking her about her wardrobe, her style and such.
I was squeezing and rubbing her massive breasts through her satin blouse and bra for like 3/4 minutes. I just kept rubbing and feeling up her breasts while i was talking about my fascination with her. I just kept rubbing up and down her enormous breasts with my both hands while i was explaining my fascination with her size to her.
Marsha was just standing there stiff as a board while i was feeling up her boobs . People have seen it happen. It was not particularly crowded on the drugstore parking lot, probably about 5 people in sight, but I caught a few stares. Marsha was just standing there aroused, but tall, still and silent in the middle of the parking lot, letting it happen. Then i said "I gotta go. " and finally stopped rubbing her breasts. Marsha walked over to her car. I went inside the drugstore .
And ooooh... I loveeeed rubbing her massive soft breasts there in the middle of the parking lot. It turned me on so much!!! My pussy got so so wet. Specially knowing that it was in public and people on the parking lot were not sure what's going on!
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Three days ago I did it again.
On the way to work i stopped at the drugstore. All of a sudden big Marsha walked out of the drugstore. She was wearing a black cotton blazer over her shoulders, a purple long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black cotton pencil skirt, sheer lace hold up nylon stockings and 5 inch heels purple shoes. She had full make up on. I got out of the car. I walked up to her and said
"uuuu i love your blouse. Marsha you are always so elegant and over dressed. You always look so glammed up.
Why are you always so overdressed, on high heels with full make up on? Does your upbringing/parents status motivate you to always look good/dressed to the max, or is that something you do for yourself?" I asked her.
"I admit to you that my upbringing/parents status motivate me to always look good/dressed to the max.
I’ve just had to commit to being ‘the overdressed one’. I'm an extreme over-dresser, I never underdress. I just enjoy getting put together. It's a rare occasion to see me in athleisure or without my eyebrows done. For me, dressing in nice, coordinated outfits is a daily hobby and joy.
I am always the most dressed up person wherever I go. I get the "srhlzbth always looks so put together/ dressed up" comments a lot, and I just got used to it. I’m just the chronically overdressed person everywhere I go. But after people see you in nice clothes, jewelry, lipstick, on high heels etc a few times, they accept it as your usual look.
So I'm not gonna lie... I like dressing up, I probably waste a lot of time putting on makeup every single day, and I take way too long to shop. I just love to dress up. " big Marsha answered.
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"Those are perfect Marsha. Too perfect. Alright, I'm sorry, but they can't be left alone. Let me feel them for a bit." Saying this, i started to reach for her massive breasts ( my face is exactly the level of her breasts).
"Okay you.....OH!" Marsha answered. My small hands moved onto her enormous breasts.... eagerly groping them. I used both hands to cup and squeeze her breasts through her blouse and bra. I rubbed my hands in little circles, intensifying the pressure, then backing off, then intensifying it again. I wasn't just grabbing her breasts. I was lightly massaging her breasts and admiring them. Big Marsha was sighing occasionally, sometimes looking away, only to look back down at my hands doing their work on her massive , soft , heavy boobs. People have seen it happen. It was not particularly crowded on the drugstore parking lot, probably about 3 people in sight, but I caught a few stares.
" I just met you Sinead, but for some reason i decided to tolerate your groping. I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the lucky ones that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before. My lack of familiarity with this type of situation was not just limited to being groped either, as so far i had no involvement with lesbians at all. " Marsha commented.
She was just standing there stiff as a board while i was feeling up her boobs . Then she said "I gotta go to my store" I unwillingly removed my small hands from her enormous soft breasts. Big Marsha walked over to her car. I went inside the drugstore .
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I have a satin and silk fetish. It's something you get as a child, I don't know how. It's not a condition but it's also not a choice, so I have to live and die with it. I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. For me nothing looks sexier on a woman than a shiny satin or silk outfit. I randomly walk up to women dressed in silk or satin and start rubbing their back . I've also been known to do it to strangers too. I have the greatest trouble thinking rationally when i am around women dressed in shiny silk or satin.
I joined this forum back in February 2019 because i had issues with this woman my cousins wife . Now i have similar issues with this woman big Marsha.
About two months ago this extremely rich couple moved here in our town. The husband is a successful businessman. They moved here because is very near their son's boarding school. They bought a mansion. The wife Marsha is this 44 year old fairly "robust" woman; she is not fat or anything like that, she is"big-boned". Marsha is 5'11 tall and she has a very large breasts , side hips and big butt. They make her look huge. Yes, she is really big. I love her oversized hourglass figure. Something impossible to miss when first seeing her, with her turning lots of heads of both women and men, this woman , Marsha, has enormous breasts, huge tits. She has giant boobs. She has gigantic, frigging boobs.
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.Some photos of Marsha. But i had to crop the upper part of her face off. I just can't show her whole face here on this forum. It is too risky.
This woman Marsha is very serious, arrogant, and stuck up. She comes from old money. She grew up rich. She is used to a lot of money and expensive things because of this.
.
I was sexually attracted to Marsha from the first day I met her. Especially once I saw the size and the shape of her big tits from the front and from the sides, I've never seen tits that big and that shapely. 18 days ago we had this gathering for this woman's Macy 75 birthday party in a restaurant. I arrived there. Then i saw Marsha for the first time. She was wearing this red satin blouse buttoned up to the top, tucked into black satin pants and 5inch heels black shoes. She had full make up on. Macy introduced me to her. I was hypnotized and mesmerized by Marsha's big tits. My attention focussed on the arresting sight of her sizeable breasts. Her breasts are exactly the level of my face.
.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you, Marsha," i said, opening my arms for a hug. I wrapped my arms around her giant body, Marsha hugged me back. It felt like hugging a large cushion. I was between the arms of a soft giantess, resting my head on her chest and hugging her large body. Her chest was spacious and comfortable like a bed of pillows. Marsha broke the hug. "May I call you big Marsha?" i asked.
Marsha stammered awkwardly, "I..."
"What a great nickname!" Macy interrupted her. "Sinead here is always calling people by monikers."
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We sat at the table. Trying not to catch me staring, I was unable to stop staring at the huge impressions that Marsha's breasts made in her red satin blouse buttoned up to the top. She ate fast. She finished eating and got up. She went to the restroom. I got up and followed her.
I walked in. Marsha was at the mirror, fixing her makeup. These two other random women in the restroom were fixing their make up too.
I couldn't help but gaze over Marsha's body , feeling an urge to reach out and touch it.
As i stood behind her I timidly touched Marsha's back and rubbed my hands up it, feeling the smoothness of the satin material of her blouse whilst helped my palms to slickly slide over it, all the way up to her shoulders then reversing and back down her back, stopping just before the curve of her ass. I rubbed my hands back and forth, enjoying the simple movement, and the feel of my hands gliding over her back.
"i love your blouse. You are so elegant and over dressed. With your hair up. Your clothes are so shiny. You are so polished and shiny in this flashy satin clothes on your high heels. Your blouse is so tucked into your pants. Just as a part of my hillbilly psychology I have a dumb question.
Why are you so overdressed, on high heels with full make up on? You are dressed in satin head to toe, for Christ sake. These fancy clothes must be expensive. Are you rich? Please be honest. " i asked her while i rubbed her back with my both hands.
"I am always dressed up to the max
"I always prefer my blouses to be tucked in. It makes the look neater." Marsha answered.
"You are huge. You are so overdressed and shiny. You are such a massive woman. Your breasts look absolutely huge, even with your blouse buttoned up to the top. They are vaulting off your chest and being seen from your side and even behind you i can still see your breasts. Your butt is big and heart-shaped also. Your pants are so tight on you. This fancy clothes are so tight on you because of your body type.
Your breasts are sooo large. They are massive. This blouse you are wearing is so tight fitting that stretches taut across your chest, it is buttoned up to the top but the buttons are almost threatening to pop free. This fancy clothes are so tight on you because of your body type. You are such a massive woman. " I said.
My hands kept rubbing Marsha's back.
.
" I am aware Sinead that I am blessed with very large breasts, child bearing hips and big butt. I am 5 ft 11 and being well endowed well built and curvy always on high heels makes me HUGE! But I love my height and my curvy stature. I have gained weight over the years, but i carry that chubbiness well. I am always on high heels and full make up on. I have learnt to dress for my shape. I wear clothes that fit me properly. " she responded.
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" Don't worry big Marsha. You are right. You carry your chubbiness very well. You have such a regal bearing. You are so elegant. " i reassured her " I am fascinated with the size of your boobs. As you can see I am totally flat. My breasts are tiny. "
I moved my hands up and focused a little more on her upper back and shoulders , increasing the pressure slightly.
I was literally massaging Marsha's shoulders a little more firmly, enjoying the feel of the satin material until she finished fixing her make up and turned around. Her enormous breasts were literally in front of my face.
I couldn't resist.
With trembling hands, i gingerly cupped and caressed her beautiful tits.
"Oooh!" Squealed Marsha in surprise, as i felt her up.
"My God... What a pair!" i murmured. Her tits were so firm despite their enormous size, and they seemed even bigger in my small hands. Marsha was totally caught off-guard, and she simply stood there not knowing what to do. She simply stood there stunned, letting me to fondle and grope her.
I shifted my hands to cup the undersides of Marsha's heavy tits, sliding my thumbs across the smooth satin material of her blouse and bra. I could feel the hard jut of her nipples pressing through the satin as i rubbed my thumbs in a small circle over the middle of her breasts.
"They're so nice and big and soft," i said, spreading my fingers wide as i tried, unsuccessfully, to cover the entire expanse of Marsha's breasts with my hands.
The two random women were totally weirded out by our behaviour , but they ignored that and said/did nothing as if nothing was happening. They were watching with disgusted looks on their faces.
Marsha grimaced as i continued groping her immense boobs. I wasn't even looking up at her face; i was almost hypnotised as i watched my own small hands squeezing her big jugs through her bra.
I pressed my small hands against the outsides of her heavy melons and squeezed them up and together.
"You owe me big time for this Sinead, I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the "lucky ones" that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before. You are my first groper. Probably because of my size , my social status and my bitch resting face." Marsha muttered .
I cupped the lower part of Marsha's's tits and gave them a shake, watching with almost child-like relish as her boobs jiggled and shook across her chest.
My hands were literally locked onto Marsha's chest, squeezing, fondling and groping to my heart's content.
She sighed deeply in a futile attempt to appear to not care about the situation, but i could tell she was getting a little turned on despite herself.
Finally I decided to stop groping her tits and moved my hands down to her hips. Marsha turned around and walked out of the restroom.
Her butt and hips swayed side to side as she walked. As she took a few steps ahead and i followed her closely, i put my right hand on her left ass cheek, squeezing it - it was firm yet soft, much like her breasts, and were perfect to play with. She froze at my touch.
I gave her ass cheek a slap, to which she yelped involuntarily. "Keep walking big Marsha." i said jokingly.
She continued to walk ahead, stiffly and slowly, as i happily groped away at her behind the whole way, sometimes giving her a spank if she was being slow .
When we reached the table.
*SMACK*
Of course i couldn't help but spank big Marsha's big butt one last time as she sat on the chair, eliciting nothing but a yelp from her. Macy and the other women didn't notice, because they were in the middle of heated discussion. Afterwards I was so horny that I masturbated in my car.
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Nine days ago on the way to my store i stopped at the drugstore. I got out of the car. Big Marsha walked out of the drugstore. She was wearing a black long fur coat over her shoulders, a purple long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black cotton pencil skirt, sheer lace hold up nylon stockings and 5 inch heels purple shoes. She had full make up on. I walked up RUSHING up when i saw her. I said to her
"uuuu i love your blouse. Marsha you are always so elegant and over dressed."
I reached up and cupped Marsha's big breasts in my small hands, giving them an exploratory squeeze.
My hands continued to roam over Marsha's expansive bosom.
I said to her "Your husband is a lucky guy. You are a great woman. You are so tall, big and soft. I am fascinated with your size. You are a colossal woman. " Then i continued asking her about her wardrobe, her style and such.
I was squeezing and rubbing her massive breasts through her satin blouse and bra for like 3/4 minutes. I just kept rubbing and feeling up her breasts while i was talking about my fascination with her. I just kept rubbing up and down her enormous breasts with my both hands while i was explaining my fascination with her size to her.
Marsha was just standing there stiff as a board while i was feeling up her boobs . People have seen it happen. It was not particularly crowded on the drugstore parking lot, probably about 5 people in sight, but I caught a few stares. Marsha was just standing there aroused, but tall, still and silent in the middle of the parking lot, letting it happen. Then i said "I gotta go. " and finally stopped rubbing her breasts. Marsha walked over to her car. I went inside the drugstore .
And ooooh... I loveeeed rubbing her massive soft breasts there in the middle of the parking lot. It turned me on so much!!! My pussy got so so wet. Specially knowing that it was in public and people on the parking lot were not sure what's going on!
.
Three days ago I did it again.
On the way to work i stopped at the drugstore. All of a sudden big Marsha walked out of the drugstore. She was wearing a black cotton blazer over her shoulders, a purple long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black cotton pencil skirt, sheer lace hold up nylon stockings and 5 inch heels purple shoes. She had full make up on. I got out of the car. I walked up to her and said
"uuuu i love your blouse. Marsha you are always so elegant and over dressed. You always look so glammed up.
Why are you always so overdressed, on high heels with full make up on? Does your upbringing/parents status motivate you to always look good/dressed to the max, or is that something you do for yourself?" I asked her.
"I admit to you that my upbringing/parents status motivate me to always look good/dressed to the max.
I’ve just had to commit to being ‘the overdressed one’. I'm an extreme over-dresser, I never underdress. I just enjoy getting put together. It's a rare occasion to see me in athleisure or without my eyebrows done. For me, dressing in nice, coordinated outfits is a daily hobby and joy.
I am always the most dressed up person wherever I go. I get the "srhlzbth always looks so put together/ dressed up" comments a lot, and I just got used to it. I’m just the chronically overdressed person everywhere I go. But after people see you in nice clothes, jewelry, lipstick, on high heels etc a few times, they accept it as your usual look.
So I'm not gonna lie... I like dressing up, I probably waste a lot of time putting on makeup every single day, and I take way too long to shop. I just love to dress up. " big Marsha answered.
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"Those are perfect Marsha. Too perfect. Alright, I'm sorry, but they can't be left alone. Let me feel them for a bit." Saying this, i started to reach for her massive breasts ( my face is exactly the level of her breasts).
"Okay you.....OH!" Marsha answered. My small hands moved onto her enormous breasts.... eagerly groping them. I used both hands to cup and squeeze her breasts through her blouse and bra. I rubbed my hands in little circles, intensifying the pressure, then backing off, then intensifying it again. I wasn't just grabbing her breasts. I was lightly massaging her breasts and admiring them. Big Marsha was sighing occasionally, sometimes looking away, only to look back down at my hands doing their work on her massive , soft , heavy boobs. People have seen it happen. It was not particularly crowded on the drugstore parking lot, probably about 3 people in sight, but I caught a few stares.
" I just met you Sinead, but for some reason i decided to tolerate your groping. I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the lucky ones that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before. My lack of familiarity with this type of situation was not just limited to being groped either, as so far i had no involvement with lesbians at all. " Marsha commented.
She was just standing there stiff as a board while i was feeling up her boobs . Then she said "I gotta go to my store" I unwillingly removed my small hands from her enormous soft breasts. Big Marsha walked over to her car. I went inside the drugstore .
