"Karl, I said look at me!" she spoke very sternly. He jerked his head up and looked at her. His immediate reaction was shock. Without his attention to her, she had removed her shirt and bra and was sitting there with her breasts completely exposed to him. "Oh my god!" he moaned. "Are they as you imagined, Karl? Are they larger or smaller? Are they shaped as nicely? Are they sagging too much, or are they nice and tight like a teen-ager's tits often are?" "Oh no, Stella, they're beautiful!" Karl whispered. "It makes you want to touch me, doesn't it, Karl?" she teased. "It makes you want to put your hands under my tits and heft them, then cover them and squeeze them, doesn't it?...