The next step was the one I’d been waiting for. I’m basically a creative guy, so this next move was a demonstration of how to make use of whatever resources one might have in any situation. Without her suggestion, I removed the bra, unhooking the single clasp in the front between her incredible breasts, which tumbled easily out of the restraining, unlined cups and presented themselves in almost the same posture as they had with the bra in place. I found this remarkable for, given their size and mass, one would expect these fulsome globes to drop a bit onto the lower chest and change shape from the bra-induced half-globes to somewhat droopy bags. Ellen’s breasts not only defied gravity, but seemed almost artificially suspended as they extended out from her chest with some invisible support.
