[I Love Boobs]

I was maturing sexually, I guess B understood it too. Her frontblouse would fall open occasionally and my eyes would be fixed on her tits; she knew but allowed me to admire the curves of her breasts.
I would occasionally rub "accidentally" against her tits, she would halfheartedly tick me off.
My mum had donated one of my elder brother's old T shirts to her. It was heavenly seeing her in it, It was too big, the collar was loose, and if she sat down and you viewed from the top, or bent down, you could see both breasts and nipples.