Brett was dozing. The warm sun and several beer were more than enough to get him dropping his head and snoring gently.
"Hey Bart." A sharp voice startled him out of his stupor and he found himself engulfed in milky white flesh.
Jill was leaning over him struggling to squeeze her ample bosom into an overstressed tube top.
"I need you to give me a hand." Jill chirped.
Brett roused further ready to give those breasts whatever care Jill needed. They were as big as piglets and every bit as frisky as she pulled and pushed trying to fit them back under cover. She pushed his hands away as Brett reached up to assist.
"Not that kind of help," she said. "I need your shirt."
Brett pulled his T-shirt off and offered it to Jill. "The name's Brett, not Bart." he told her happy to help a damsel in distress.
"Thanks, Brett." Jill said as she pulled the T over her head and wayward bosom. "I never had that problem last year." She shook her head in disbelief. Brett's T shirt was a XX, not that Brett was all that big. He just liked the loose fit. Jill filled it and then some. Brett watched as they undulated gently from the effort of pulling the shirt on.
Jill took a look at the shirtless Brett and decided that he might be worth holding on to - at least for today.
"Pretty studly." she was thinking," but a bit scrawny." Jill typically went for bigger boys but maybe this Brett had potential.
"Hey," she called.
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