Mismatched Sex

Earl walked into Linda's arms, which had belonged to him. He noticed the scar on her right forearm. He had gotten that playing football in high school. Linda hugged Earl and then grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and raised it slowly up. He put both arms in the air, and the shirt raised his large breasts into the air briefly before they were released, pulled heavily downward by gravity. They jiggled enticingly. "I love your big tits," Linda said.