"Can we just talk first?" You answered, looking up at your caretaker's face. Zoey smiled and and then responded.
"Sure, watcha wanna talk about mike?" Zoey then transitioned to laying down on her stomach, curling her legs so that her feet dangled over her butt. She rested her elbows on either side of her, then rested her head in both of her palms. Her head was directly above you, so she was looking right down at you. You did the same.
"Well, I have a few questions, if you don't mind." You replied.
"Shoot" Zooey responded openly.
"Well, for one, are your... Uh..." You then proceeded to point at the ginormous boobs in front of you.
"My boobs?" Zoey asked, giggle a little "yeah?"
"Are they real?" You finished. Zoey giggled. This made her chest jiggle just a touch.
"Well, you tell me. Go ahead and touch'm" Zoey responded confidently. Nervous, you walk up to the giant PBS. You place your hands on the left one. It's so soft and warm; you don't really know what to make of it. Then, you firmly grasp it and squeeze it, it felt squishy and nice. You turned around and look up at Zoey. She was smiling back at you with an 'I told you so' smirk. "Okay, my turn..."
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