She stood up, still eyeing him warily, as if she were assessing his manhood. At full height, she was nearly as tall as Skip, maybe a half-inch shorter, but she was much wider. In that instance, Skip imagined being hugged by her, totally enveloped in her large, strong arms, nuzzling her neck as she rocked him slowly, and he became excited again. He slowly looked down her front, hungrily taking in the view. Her large, perky breasts rose proudly and dominantly from her obviously powerful chest. The chasm down the center of her chest seemed deep enough to get his hand lost, and he felt an urge to squeeze her pec right at the armpit.

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