I have already mentioned my wife's breasts in previous accounts. They have obsessed me so much that I still have a lot to say about them.She was well aware of the advantage that her chest gave her and the attraction that it could have on males. Suddenly she used and abused it at the slightest opportunity.So in summer she did not hesitate to dress her bust with a simple t-shirt or a tank top fitted to her body without a bra underneath of course. These light clothes hugging her chest so well that one had the impression that her nipples were going to pierce the fabric.I thought she was going strong anyway, it looked a lot like provocation.She went out in town or in supermarkets to do the shopping.It was really funny to watch the reaction of the men (women too!) On his way. Some watched discreetly but others did not hesitate to come and turn around and stand in front of her. I guess they must have had a hard-on in front of the sight that presented itself to them.Among the women was more mitigated, some seemed to appreciate them too but to see the gaze of others one felt jealousy. She even got a few insults.I had a brother-in-law who was a bit obsessed with sex, one day he came to visit us at home with my sister. It was a beautiful, hot summer day and we were in the garden. At the sight of my wife who was in a tank top I thought he was going to give us a heart attack. He never took his eyes off my wife's bust, his eyes stuck out of his head and he was drooling.When my wife came into the house to get us some refreshments, I joined her on the pretext that I was going to help her. In fact I asked her to cover up a little more otherwise the brother-in-law was going to snap us between the fingers. Then I felt that my sister, who was less well off in terms of breasts, did not really appreciate it. It was going to end in a household scene.When she returned she had put on a waistcoat claiming that the weather was cooling.During the holidays, during a trip to Italy, we got a little scared.When we were driving, I encouraged her as soon as it was possible to raise her t-shirt or unbutton her blouse to put her boobs in the air. So we were driving and the pleasure that she could be seen gave me a lot of excitement. This happened of course when we passed the trucks. With the caravan hitched up behind the car, it took some time and the drivers had plenty of time to admire. The honks confirming that they had enjoyed it.As soon as we approach an inhabited place or cross a village, it overlaps.That afternoon then we were driving in search of a campsite to spend some day in this very pretty region, our little boy was sleeping in the back. According to my wish, she completely took off her shirt and put her merchandise on the storefront. We were going to have to cross a small town, my wife was about to put on her clothes but I prevented her, I wanted to go one step further. She told me I was completely crazy and that we were going to be in trouble with my bullshit. But I ended up forcing her and started crossing the town. The streets were not very wide and for the moment there were only a few pedestrians on the sidewalks But the deeper we went into this village the more crowds there were and I noticed that this village was much more important than I imagined.It was obvious that some pedestrians could not see. At a time when the traffic was very slow, we were driving at a walk when a guy knocked on my wife's window and gave a thumbs up in appreciation. This noise having had the effect of waking our son, she put on her shirt as best she could and we continued through what was finally a small town.After driving for several more kilometers we finally arrive at the campsite that we had spotted. After the usual formalities we reached our location.We had just finished setting up our camp, our little boy had already made friends and had gone to join the playground a little further when we saw an Italian policeman in uniform walking towards us. doesn't smell good, ”I said to myself. After having greeted us he explained to us in rough French and especially with the help of the hands t ...

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