Something reminded me of something I saw at a hotel breakfast a long time ago...like 20 years ago, but suddenly it is fresh in my mind.
At a fancy hotel in Chicago (it was very small, but very fancy), and a family walked in...mom, dad, son, and daughter. The son and daughter both had tattoos on their ankles, so they had to be 18 at least. They looked much younger than that, but the parents also looked very young, so young looks probably just ran in the family (like my family--my sister is mid-40s but could pass for 25 if I told you she was).
Anyway, I noticed the daughter because she was wearing a very thin white pj top, no bra, very slender with full C cup breasts, and large areola so puffy that her areola could have had their own bra size, and just pink enough that you could ambiguously make them out through the material. And she kept stretching her arms behind her back and arching, pushing them out even more. The entire breakfast area was watching her (the friend I was with was oblivious to it all).
She got up and left, so I assumed she was going to change her top and come back. She did come back, in the same top, and we all watched her again. The rest of her family seemed to be completely used to it.
We left at the same time they did, and she told her brother to take the elevator while she raced up the stairs. And a few of us watched her breasts bounce their way up a half flight of stairs until she was out of sight.
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