[George VI]

When I was a teen I had a friend whose single mom was a hottie. She was Italian and reminded me of Gina Lollabrigida. Not quite as pretty, but just as shapely. Normally when I visited she tended to wear a tight clinging sweater that displayed her large breasts in the bullet bras of the day. But one time, and one time only, I visited my friend on a Friday evening, and she was parading around in a pajama set. It was still early in the evening, and as my friend and I hung out in his family room, his mom kept coming in and talking with us, more than she usually would. Her pajama top scooped low and exposed a lot of her cleavage, and she was clearly braless. One time she brought in some newspaper clipping and asked me to read it. She stood shoulder to shoulder with me as we read it together, and I stared down into her scooping pajama top and gawked at her tits from point blank range. I didn’t quite spot any areolas, but I saw just about everything down to that point, and her cleavage in the middle nearly to the bottoms of her breasts. I have no recollection what the newspaper article was about, but I still remember her cleavage.