Boobie grapes

Here's something most youngsters won't expect.

Boobie g****s.

If, like me, you were new to experiening the female breast, many things would catch you be surprise.

I can vividly recall seeing her breast under her bra for the first time. A pale brown areola. When I folded the fabric of her bra over her nipples, her entire 36C breast thudded on my own. It was beautiful.

Her breast was full and rounded. Her nipple hard like a jelly tot. Around it, a disc of darker brown with raised bumps. Since then I know this as an areola.

Her areola tightened and her nipples erect, revealing a wrinkled fortune for my tongue to explore.

My lips kissed that engorged nipple. Then my tongue delicately let my taste buds rid over her. I licked her areola.

Strange. I thought.

It's like touching air.

Her areola's skin was so light my tongue could not feel it.

May have glided toward her breasts. Surely a breast has substance to it, my inexperienced mind though.

JACKBOT.

30 years late and I can still remember the feeling of a breast. The nipple - hard. Areola - soft. Breast - soft. But when I squeezed I felt this weird sensation. It was like squeezing a deletectble sack with frozen pees hidden inside.

I was shocked. I was only a teenager.

Then I stroked my finger underneath her fleshy breasts. She groaned with pleasure.




I remember wanking off a girl. Her clit felt like rubber.