Miss Anderson was the sexiest, most beautiful woman Jack had ever seen. She was in her late 30s, pale white with wrinkles barely starting to show around her puffy pink lips and her dark brown eyes, yet she still looked as gorgeous as she did when she was Jack's age. Hair of a rich, deep chocolate colour fell in curls down her back and across her chest, which was impressive to say the least. Jack loved enormous titties, often finding shopped pictures of women with completely unrealistic proportions; gigantic perky tits that stretched a few feet outwards and fell down to their navel, if not further, while they still retained an average sized waist, not being at all fat. Jack's fetish for mega tits only existed because he grew up next door to Miss Anderson – her boobs were enormous round melons, each barely smaller than a beach ball, growing nearly a foot out from her chest and barely scraping her belly button. Despite their size they didn't sag, still as perky as the day she sprouted them. Surprisingly she had little to no fat elsewhere, having the body of a athlete under her big titties. Her legs were smooth and shaven, seeming to go on forever until they met her perfect round ass, which was also gigantic. It was larger than even the largest of pornstar butts, and perfectly completed her curvy hourglass figure, although Jack had never seen an hourglass shaped like that before. Quite simply, she was hot as fuck, and poor little 17 year old Jack wanted to put his dick between her tits more than anything.