I used to work many years ago with a secretary who was a half Mexican, half Italian. (Not my secretary, just a secretary in the firm.) Beautiful lustrous black hair, busty, liked short skirts, never failed to get my motor running. She enjoyed wearing tight clothing, which led to many a gap in her blouses that I could see through. Low necklines, and she didn't mind me looking either. One day she shows up in this beautiful dress, kind of a peach color. Don't know what she was thinking about, but her nipples popped along with the aereola. I mean, it was like a wet t-shirt contest. Beautiful tits.
A colleague at the firm was very busty, the kind of busty that always has trouble getting clothes to fit. One day we're riding in the back seat of a partner's vehicle going to lunch. She's wearing a blouse made of a stiff material and a button had come undone. The blouse was gapping wide open, enough to put my hand through. Unfortunately, that day she was wearing a bra built like a bullet-proof vest. Nice view nonetheless.
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