Around three years ago, my best friend was studying in a university a few hours away from me. Let’s call her Rebecca for this story. She is around 5’9, beautifully thin and had, at the time, long brown hair which reached to the top of her flat arse. The best feature about her were her tits.
The two of us had been platonic friends for a few years by then, and she used me to complain about her numerous boyfriends during the time, and brought up her bra size many times. She is a 30F. UK sizing. Annoyingly, because of how thin she is, they actually look more like a D than an F, but they really are an F. I’ve checked her bra recently.
[(Heres a more recent photo of her, since she has dyed her hair and cut it short)](https://i.imgur.com/F8uDN16.png)
Whenever we walked somewhere her tits would bounce around, and I would inevitably get distracted.
Rebecca had invited me up to stay with her over the weekend, we haven’t hung out in a while so I said sure.