Memories of a pair of full "breasts"

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Memories of a Pair of Full "Breasts"

It was one in the morning when a pair of full breasts woke up as their owner rolled over, half-pressed beneath her

. They felt uncomfortable being tightly bound by the "Trigger" bra. It felt

comfortable during the day, but they should be removed at night. The breasts could feel their owner's calm breathing and slow heartbeat;

she was asleep. But the breasts couldn't sleep, because they missed that man's hands.

The breasts clearly remembered that they were also 35 years old this year.

Unlike the 35-year-old breasts on the forum a few days ago, they were always comfortably housed in the 36D Triumph bra.

Naturally healthy, they hadn't taken any supplements like "Ingelfale," nor would they have to

leave their owner due to developmental abnormalities. They felt lucky; their owner's colleagues praised their looks, and the breasts always

stood proudly erect. The breasts quietly reminisced, waiting for those hands, those hands that could "let them out "

of the Triumph bra .

Those hands were slow to arrive, which reminded her of several other hands she had experienced.

The first pair of hands she encountered:

The first pair of hands was when she was 18 years old. She was very young then, living in a cotton-lined house

. A pair of trembling male hands pressed against her directly outside her clothes, holding and kneading her. Later,

those hands touched her body directly. The palms were sweaty, and she could feel the woman's heart pounding rapidly

. As a result, she also began to heave and sweat, and the sweat of the two of them mingled together.

Later, the mistress's clothes and the breast's clothes were removed, and she saw a young face.

The owner of those hands was eager and sincere, seemingly very fond of the mistress. The breast looked at the man's hands and thought

they weren't very attractive—thin, but not very long. The breast noticed the mistress didn't seem to mind, so it relaxed its

internal muscles and accepted the hands. The man touched the breast with both hands, then soon removed them

. Just as the breast felt a little lonely, it felt the man's chest press against it, and then everything

went black…

Those hands frequently visited the breast. This went on for three years, and the breast began to feel familiar with those hands. However, it

noticed the mistress was becoming unhappy because her parents forbade the owner of those hands from seeing the mistress again.

The mistress often cried. Finally, one day, the breast encountered those hands again, this time touching it through her clothes. The mistress cried

the most bitterly. From that time on, the breast never saw those hands or their owner again.

The Second Rough Hand the Breast Encountered

Another year passed, and another pair of rough hands entered the Breast's nylon-made home. This pair of hands was rough; they belonged to a

retired soldier. This time, the woman's heart was calmer, no longer pounding and trembling as before. She

knew the woman didn't like the owner of these hands, but her parents liked the man, so she and her master could

only silently endure it.

Until one day, the Breast saw this new owner and those new hands. The Breast didn't like these rough

hands; they made her uncomfortable. Sometimes the hands would pinch her hard, and she would instinctively shrink back. She heard

the owner of those hands say, "Such big breasts, who touched them before?" The Breast felt the woman cover her with her hands

, and the lights went out…

Later, the Breast heard the wedding march and learned that her master had married the owner of those hands. From then on, those

hands and the Breast would often be neighbors, and she began to feel a little happy. But soon, the Breast was beaten,

beaten so hard, by those rough hands that had once touched her. It hurt terribly. The woman could only cover the Breast

and cry each time, and the Breast was beaten more and more often.

One day, the breast suddenly noticed it had grown much larger. It turned out the mistress was pregnant.

From then on was no longer beaten and grew increasingly full. The breast knew its purpose wasn't just for men to touch,

but also for nourishing the baby. It diligently fulfilled its duty, trying not to leave anything behind

and cause the mistress any trouble. The baby grew plump and strong! But slowly, day by day, the breast softened and sagged.

Then, the mistress and the owner of those rough hands began to argue frequently because those hands had touched another

woman's breasts. The breast wanted to ask those hands if they touched

other breasts because it, though large, wasn't firm enough. But in the end, the breast didn't ask. It cried sadly, its tears

mingling with its milk.

As the mistress became pregnant and miscarried four times with that man, her face grew darker and darker, and she felt

increasingly ugly. Finally, the mistress was alone again. For a long time, no hand visited. The breast

could feel the mistress's constant sadness. Sometimes she would hold the baby to her chest, and apart from those

moments of warmth, the breast had almost forgotten its own existence.

The Third Small Hand the Breasts Saw

Later, the woman got another boyfriend. This man was two years younger than her, not tall, and had small hands,

but he was very gentle with her and with her breasts. The woman started to laugh again, but her breasts didn't

like him or his hands, because the hands were always cold and gave a feeling of insincerity.

Sure enough, one day, the owner of those hands missed another breast he had touched before, a breast that

only this man's hands had touched. The breasts didn't quite understand, feeling that their woman was innocent.

She had run so much for the man's career, helped him so much, how could he abandon her for another breast?

The woman cried again, and never saw those hands or that man again.

After several pregnancies, the breasts, having endured their owner's pregnancy, had darkened in color and become soft.

The owner began exercising regularly, and gradually, the breasts felt they regained their elasticity and

vitality, like in their youth. The owner often looked at her body in the mirror, including her breasts, and wondered to herself,

"Why my breasts so attractive to men, yet I can't keep any of them?"

Actually, the breasts thought the owner was very beautiful; it must be that the pregnancy had made them less attractive, and

they no longer had the beautiful nipples of their youth, making them a burden to the owner, and they often felt guilty.

The fourth pair of hands the breasts encountered was the gentlest.

Two years passed like this, and finally, another pair of unfamiliar hands appeared. These hands were beautiful, slender, and...

Full of energy, capable of playing the piano, writing, and snapping her fingers, her hands, when touching her breasts, were gentle and tender

, making them forget they were 35 years old, no longer young, but instead returning to the state of their 18-year-old selves

—sensitive, easily moved. Those hands and the shape of her breasts were so perfectly matched, so harmonious.

Every day, the man's hands loved to write on the computer keyboard or play

games , while the woman would quietly watch with her breasts. When tired, she would go to sleep, and those hands would always

gently come over in the early morning, softly unbuttoning her Triumph bra and gently stroking

her breasts as she fell asleep.

Her breasts waited for those hands; she could sense that they were now writing her story, writing her

innermost thoughts . Finally, her breasts heard soft, familiar footsteps approaching, and they couldn't help but feel excited,

knowing that her beloved hands were about to come, gently unbuttoning the bra.

Sure enough, the moment the buttons were undone, the mistress woke up. There was no scolding, only a coquettish "

What did you write today?" The owner of those hands gently kissed her and said tenderly, "I wrote about you, my dearest." Her breasts

pushed forward shyly, saying, "And me too!" The man seemed to hear her, smiling as he said, "And you too,"

and leaned down to kiss her breasts as well. Then, the man and woman, breathless, kissed each other, his hands gently caressing her

slightly erect nipples.

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