House on the Market, Wife on Display
A mild story about a time when my wife and I were looking at houses, and our realtor drove us by a house that had just been put on the market. We had no appointment and were just going to do a drive by, but when we pulled into the driveway, the lady of the house saw us and waved us in. She was a young married attractive blonde, and apparently had just gotten home from work and had changed into casual attire before her husband arrived home. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra under her tight clinging blue top. Her breasts were fairly small, but firm and perky, and her nipples protruded way out. She proudly gave us a tour of the whole house. I sort of remember what the house looked like, but very much remember what the owner’s chest looked like.
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