So I had just moved to Arizona from Nebraska and was staying with my best friend from high school and his wife. I'd never met her before, but she seemed okay. I mean she's letting me stay in her house for free, so I really couldn't complain. She had a few gray hairs an average body, but really big boobs and a cute face. So while I was trying to get a job, they both went to work. After filling out applications all day and cleaning up the house, I figured that was the least I could do, I usually watch a movie or tv show they owned. Patricia would get home before Matt and I'd be alone with her for a couple of hours.
Soon I started noticing a pattern. The first thing she did when getting home was to take off her bra. She'd go into the bedroom of course, but then come back out with her big breasts swaying free. Then she'd criticize the movie or show I was watching.
Finally by the third day I was tired of her shit.
"Look, these are your movies I'm watching," I said. "You bought them."
"Lighten up Jason, I'm just pulling your chain," She said and shifted so her boobs shook.
"Why do you take off your bra as soon as you get home?" I asked.
"Because it's very uncomfortable. Why, don't you like boobs?"
"Of course I do. I was just curious."
"Do you want to see them?"
"What?"
"My breasts. Do you want to see them?"
Then before I knew it, Patricia had pulled up her shirt and flashed me her boobs.