On the night before Christmas, I couldn't help staring, at my sister's new outfit, or how much it was sharing; I dragged her aside, thought of any excuse, she just smiled, laughed, and whispered "it's you that I'll choose."
I love to go on trips without wearing a bra or top. Exploring new places, with un[F]amiliar eyes fixated on my bouncing tits under the jacket. It's an exhilarating experience.