Crush

She was a platinum blonde straight out of a bottle awesome as a genie she had muscles on her muscles her breasts stood atop her pectorals shaped like perfect sandcastles shell-like nipples always insisted on Indian arm wrestles using only her little finger her pinky always won. I really really fancied her (though totally terrified of her) she was my best friend's mum could crack an egg between her beautiful bossoms or the cheeks of her bum she could have crushed me between her forefinger and her thumb if she knew I had a crush on her turning me into a non-stop masturbator always called me Milly though I was Molly didn't dare correct her didn't care never said nothing only smiled avoided the beauty of her eyes.