I arrive at your home, and you invite me in. We make some light small talk, but we both know why we're here and what we really want to do. Your breasts have been criminally neglected lately, and you want someone to give them the attention they deserve. That's why you responded to my ad. The small talk begins to die down, and our eyes lock. "Would you like to begin?" I ask. You were scared that I was never going to ask. "Yes. How do we start?" I take a seat on your couch and beckon you to stand in front of me. "Why don't you unbutton your shirt to start." You're nervous, but also completely turned on by the whole scenario. You unbutton your shirt, fumbling a few buttons, but eventually you've completely unbuttoned the shirt, revealing a bra that is struggling to contain your very heavy breasts. "Take off the shirt. I want to see you in your bra." You remove your shirt completely. The idea of standing in just your bra in front of a complete stranger excites you more than you could have imagined. "You look amazing. Maybe it's time for the bra to go too." You reach for the clasp in the back of your bra and open it. As you do, you can feel you breasts spill out of the bottom of your bra. You remove your bra, and you breasts are completely free, and very close to my face. I Admire their size and shape. "Come sit down." I say as I beckon you towards my lap. You sit down, with your big breats inches from my face. The anticipation is unbearable . . .

If this sounds hot, then maybe we should make it happen. I'd love to do that for you if your in the Atlanta area and looking for someone who knows how to worship your breasts. I'm 45 years old, white, six feet tall, well-groomed, in good shape and competely disease, drug and drama free. I'm happy to video confirm before meeting over SnapChat, Skype or whichever app you prefer. So if this scenario excites you, why haven't you already responded?