Guilty As Charged

I got home from the office and headed to the bedroom, eager to shed my work clothes for a t-shirt and shorts. As I entered the bedroom, I froze. Kneeling on the bed, completely naked, was Melissa, the love of my life. She smiled at me as she cupped her lovely and amazing full breasts. "Hi, sugar," she cooed. "I came across your girlie magazine stash while I was cleaning the house." She giggled. "You really like big boobs, don't you?" I thought for a moment, sighed, then sheepishly said, "Yep, guilty as charged. I can't deny it; I'm a tiddie idiot." Melissa chuckled. "Oh, sweetie, it's okay. In fact, I have a confession to make: I like big boobs, too. So, since we're both into big tiddies, why don't you shuck your clothes off and join me here?" She jiggled her breasts. "My tiddies and I are waiting."