The house was quiet that Saturday. Our cozy TV-watching den was quiet except for the sound of our local carpet company’s jubilant commercial bumping from the built-in speakers. I was flipping through the guide looking for something interesting to watch when a familiar thumping sound could be heard coming down the nearby stairs.
She was the only one home. I knew it was her. I tried to push the thoughts from my head. I convinced myself that I was not the least bit intrigued by her. I didn’t care what she was wearing… what her tits looked like… how covered her round, juicy ass was and how much flesh I could get a glimpse at. I didn’t care as I adjusted my slightly thickening cock into a more comfortable and spacious position.
She came into view as she stepped down from the last step and bounced from her springy forefoot. I glanced briefly and watched as her giant natural tits bounced lewdly in her tight cutoff t-shirt. Her smooth, youthful midriff was shown off under the flimsy cloth which was suspended outward by two big globes of bouncy flesh and two hard nipples jutting proudly toward me. Her thick, muscular thighs and ridiculously juicy ass were firmly clad in a pair of pink, skin tight yoga pants. It was gross. I further adjusted myself as my cock continued slowly thickening.