Her fingers undid her buttons one by one, all the while she looked at my smiling face. She opened her silk covering and I was treated to two of the sweetest breasts to ever grace a woman's chest. They were not big at all. One hand would completely hide a breast. Her nipples wee a bright pink, and were turned up at the end pointing at my eyes. The tips were about a half inch long and the areola were about the size of a fifty cent piece. The up-thrust breast looked as if they had never felt another hand aside from their owner. They were so firm and yet...