Cruise Part 1
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My husband loves big boobs, which is a problem, cause I’m a B cup. Unfortunately, my husband also knows that I’m a bodyhopper. We took advantage of that fact the first few years of our marriage, but now I only do it for special occasions like his birthday. Then he got the idea of taking me on a cruise. I thought it was a sweet romantic getaway, but as he began eyeballing all the women around us with D cups and above, I began to suspect ulterior motives. But he HAD taken me on a fantastic getaway. So that first night, I hopped a woman that I know had caught his eye, and brought her to our cabin. As soon as he knew it was me, he yanked her top off and began roughly massaging this massive chest. I’d forgotten how passionate he gets over a set of large breasts. “Roger, just cause you took me on a cruise doesn’t mean I’ll hop every busty woman on this ship. This is the only one you get, do go on, get it out of your system. Honestly dear, I wish you didn’t know you I was a hopper somedays.”