"This may do us," Jim said as he paid up.
"Oh, you'll be back tomorrow wanting the complete set," the old man mused.
"You can't know that," Jim scoffed.
"Oh, but I believe I do," he chuckled.
Sharon was breathing hard all during the drive home, then raced up to the bedroom, and tried out different looks.
Jim was quite stunned with the hourglass look. She had been right, she reminded him a lot of Christina Hendricks -- but it was a slightly funhouse mirror version of Christina, with the waist cinched in, causing both the hips and the upper body to rock and pivot and swivel all the more seductively. Jim had to admit that the hourglass look also gave Sharon a temptingly twitchy Jennifer-Lopez-class ass.
But the torpedo look was also stunning. It seemed at first silly, even a joke -- and yet, the more Jim gazed at her gravity-defying isosceles cones of tit, the more tempted he was by them. He gently reached out to one and grasped the nipple, going "Honk!" for comic effect -- but he loved the feel of them, and definitely the look of them, as if daring the world NOT to stare at them.
Sharon ran through combinations: big and hourglass, springy and hourglass, springy and torpedo. The final one was playful but a bit too silly, her breasts very nearly becoming two stout plush arms waving all over the place.
"Yikes," Sharon yelped at her tits gone out of control. Hurriedly, she grabbed the hourglass one.
"Huh!" Jim marveled.
With three rings on, Sharon's body fell into a state of constant flux: hourglass one moment, springy the other, torpedo yet another -- but never any combination all at once. She became rather like one great image refusing to every come into focus.
"Whoa!" Sharon commented, feeling woozy and tired. She quickly reversed and then removed each one.
"They can't handle too much by themselves," Jim deduced. "The limit seems to be one per hand."
"Jim, that has to be it," Sharon realized. "The X ring. Somehow the X ring helps out all the others."
"Maybe," hedged Jim.
Sharon went into her bedroom one more time. When she came back out, it was the busty torpedo combination.
Jim nearly whimpered. The torpedo ring alone drove him crazy, but combined with the ring for sheer size, something about the look tripped some circuit deep within his primal wiring. He had long been amazed at that quality in firm high large breasts known as "projection," and Sharon was showing off enough projection to start her own movie theater.
"Let's get back into the bedroom -- NOW," Jim demanded.
"Why, Jim!" said a shocked but delighted Sharon. She giggled and complied.
Tue Dec 27 10:43:16 2011