As Lisa wriggled compliantly beneath her, Rachel stripped the woman of her jacket and her silky blouse, exposing her fleshy arms and big shoulders, the top of her chest, the convex curve of her wide white belly. Then, eyes wild with the wicked joy of it all, she reached both slender hands around behind that broad back, worked feverishly at the hook-and-eye closures, and finally dragged away the big lace-trimmed brassiere in triumph. Lisa bit her lip, and as her hands flew up to the outer curves of her giant breasts to keep them from sagging to either side, Rachel blinked down in awed silence.
God, the size of that bust! These lolling blue-veined bosoms were not dainty, were not girlish, were not trim and tidy—but, oh, how unashamedly womanly they were! Rachel of course had seen these thin
