And I don't just mean big, they were huge and round, the kind of
titties that make you understand why men sometimes call them melons.
These were round watermelons. And they were real, as real as her
narrrow waist and nicely shaped ass and flat stomach. To get to the
train, you have to walk down about a hundredsomething -- or maybe it
is a million -- stone steps, then up about three dozen more steps to
the train platform. She was in a hurry and bounced as fast as she
could down and up the steps, and those succulent, oversized fruits
slapped her all over. She must have a strong back, and a strong chin.
I kept pace just to watch, hoping to see a knockout punch.