My First Huge-Titted Girlfriend: \"Tori\"

I met “Tori” back in 1987 and took these pictures shortly after. We met in a library where she worked as a librarian. She was a big woman - tall, with wide hips, a big ass and heavy legs. But what attracted me most was that she had big breasts. Huge ones, in fact, as I soon had the pleasure to see, but they didn’t look “huge” when she was dressed. Even though she wore a 44H bra it belied how pendulous and low-hanging they were when she was topless. However, I could still tell that they were “big enough” to be worth a date, so I asked her out. I couldn’t believe my eyes nor my luck the first time I saw her naked. But having macromastia wasn’t her best quality. For one thing, she was one of the nicest persons I’ve ever known. She was intelligent too, smart enough to graduate from an Ivy League university. We had a good time while it lasted - or at least I did. ‘So why,’ you may ask,‘did we eventually break up?’ Well, she said I was “overly obsessed” with her breasts. Problem was, she was right. I couldn’t stop looking at them, and I couldn’t keep my hands off of them. They were almost all I paid attention to when we had sex. Basically, I was young and foolish then, and I thought girls like her were common. They’re not. The funny thing is, whenever I think of “Tori” now, I don’t think of her boobs, I think of her personality. Well.... and then I think of them.