Sheer gauze lightly covers that pair of heavy, pendulous breasts. I lie on my back alone, my fingertips sinking deeply into the softness through the fine mesh. As I knead and grasp, the plump body deforms and undulates under the black gauze, that astonishing weight and elasticity pulsing in my palm. I close my eyes and moan softly, completely drowning in this private act of self-plunder.