She'd come a long way from being that skinny little munchkin I knew long ago. I'd seen her in bikinis many times, Suzanne definitely wasn't underweight. Not that I'm saying she got fat. She had a narrow waist, no "love handles", but her belly was nice and soft, not anorexic-looking or muscular, just right.
Of course seeing how womanly Suzanne had become, what you still couldn't help noticing was that girl cock of hers jutting out of her fly, still rock hard. She clearly was pretty excited . . .
At the kitchen sink, Suzanne ran the cold water over her blouse under the faucet, rinsing my seed off of it and down the drain. But in wasn't really interested in any of that . . .
Moving up behind the redhead, I reached around and cupped her large breasts through her bra.
"Hey," Suzanne said, sounding stern, but pushing her ass back against my cock at the same time. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Nothing," I answered innocently, letting go of her breasts.
Taking a step back, I began to work at unclasping her bra. Suzanne chuckled. A heavyduty bra like hers had a whole lot of hooks, but I undid them in a flash. Lots of practice.
"You're pretty good at that," Suzanne marveled.
"I'm pretty good at a lot of things," I bragged. "At least that's what I've been told . . ."