Just after a few minutes of changing her clothes, Anna walked into the kitchen and the transformation was striking. She was no longer a drowned rat, rather glowing and beautiful.
She was wearing his clothes, and they fit her in a way that was both innocent and erotic. His white t-shirt stretched tight across her massive tits, the thin fabric hinting at the color of her nipples.
She even had chosen not to wear a bra, even knowing Leila was there, clearly intending to make the older woman more jealous. The shirt clung to the undersides of her breasts, outlining their heavy shape and the faint outline of her areolas.
His shorts were baggy, but they rode up high, clinging to the generous swell of her fat, rounded ass and defining every perfect curve. The fabric bunched between her large soft butt cheeks slightly, showing the deep cleft.
She looked beautiful, calm, and utterly content.
