She was built the way a woman should be: shapely, with large breasts, plump lips, tiny waist, and rounded hips and ass.
The swell of well developed breasts peeked from a tank top that might have looked suggestive on someone else.
When her breasts were finally released, she knew a moment of panic that they had gone too far.
Ten minutes later, Lydia Larkin answered her door dressed in very tight and very small white shorts with a red elastic thing that covered only her breasts and nothing of the acres of skin in the middle.
Matthew's little fingers pressed on her tender breasts, creating a new sensation.