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Molly’s Boobs – part 5After a time Molly became an expert in making big bras. Anytime I came to her room, there were drawings, layouts, parts, rolls of material and unfinished bras. She experimented, she studied the issue on Internet, she took part in discussions and forums about tailoring bras and she was becoming very skilled in sewing.Our sex life was good. I usually came in the afternoon and we went out for a walk or to a mall or to the cinema. People stared at us, or better to say, they stared at her. Well, they stared at her breasts. There was no way to hide the immensity or her chest. No type of bra she wore could hide that. Molly gave up and concentrated on the comfort side or the problem. When we were out she either wore a new bra to test how it fits when she was walking, sitting, or eating in a restaurant, while when she was at home she preferred to be braless, with her boobs sitting in her lap. So, as you can imagine, all I needed to do was to pull her shirt up and I could admire the smooth, huge, soft curves or her naked boobs. When we came back home from the city, she always put her bra off. Her boobs, free of the restricting underwear were amazing. I loved the moments when I touched the bare skin of her boobs for the first time of the day. I caressed them and reached down for a nipple. I gave it a gentle squeeze. This was how our lovemaking always started. Squeezing her nipple or hard pressing her boobs against my body, bahis firmaları if she was standing, was the trigger. She usually took my hands into hers and led my palms to the spots where it felt the most arousing for her. Sometimes it was the areolas, other times the sides of her huge breasts, and quite often she wanted me of bury my face into her cleavage. We developed a few rituals of our foreplay. After the first touches I told her how beautiful she is and how I love touching her boobs. The way I liked the most was when Molly was sitting and I could kneel in front of her and enjoy the sight of the giant, heavy mass of her boobs in front of my face. I kissed her soft orbs. I played with her nipples. I pushed her boobs up feeling the weight. I cuddled with them. Meanwhile Molly was aroused more and more, especially when I talked about her breasts. I told her how beautiful they are, how I love touching them, how soft and heavy they feel, how I like her nipples getting hard, how I look forward to sucking them. When she was ready to make love, she moved to bed and we continued playing with her boobs. She held my member in one hand while she was pressing and kneading one of her breasts. The other breast was my job. It was so big I needed both hands and my mouth to play with it. Later I lay on my back and she knelt over me. She led my member into her pussy and I placed my hands on her boobs. She loved me pressing the breasts kaçak iddaa hard, so she leaned forward putting the weight of her torso against my hands. This way we could make love and she could feel the pressure on her breasts. After I climaxed she put her nipple into my mouth and we continued by sucking and kneading until she climaxed, too.Molly’s orgasms were intense. Although they were caused by manipulation with her breasts, she squirted every time. I checked motion of muscles in her pussy with my fingers. Her vagina reacted as if I was inside her. During orgasms Molly held her boobs tight pressing them against her ribcage and stomach. Sometimes she was pulling up to her face them holding her nipples so tight I thought it must have hurt.So, our sex life was all about boobs, nipples and sucking. As I always told her I liked her breasts very much admired their size and loved playing with them she started being comfortable with her shapes. She was still a little shy at the public places, but when we were alone, she proudly showed me her boobs dressed or naked. She teased me by showing her cleavage and nipples or by telling me how heavy they felt when she was standing. And her breasts helped her making money, too. One day she was asked by a lady at a mall where she bought bras. Molly said she was tailoring them for herself. The lady, who was more busty and curvy than any woman I had seen, except for Molly, asked if Molly could make kaçak bahis a bra for her, too. This was the first customer. Since the day when the lady came for the finished product, tried it and left satisfied and happy, more and more women with huge boobs called and became Molly’s customers.When we moved and started living together I saw more women with huge breasts in three months than I had seen in my entire life. The customers were all women with either too big breasts to find an acceptably comfortable bra on the market, or women with special sizes of breasts. Of course I never saw then naked, but I could imagine what the problems with their breasts were when I saw the bras that Molly made for them. Some of the women had just big boobs, other had too saggy boobs and many of them came to solve the problem of different sizes of their breasts. Molly learned to make special paddings in the cups. She tailored shoulder straps that would not cut into the flesh, and back straps that helped support the weight of breasts. She spent hours and hours in the front room of our little house that became her workshop. And I just wondered how skilful she became in making bras.Meanwhile, Molly’s boobs started getting bigger. We found out that the bras she made a year ago did not fit. Molly compared the measurements she wrote down in her laptop and learned she had been growing from the time we started our lovemaking. The scales showed she put on a few kilos. Some of the weight might have gone to Molly’s rear end, but most of it was in her breasts. They had been becoming bigger and heavier for all the months we were having our rather special, boobs oriented sex life.
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