A Married Marilyn

"Hey, Marilyn!" Diana called out, breaking Marilyn out of her train of though. "You know your sis had to suck and fuck some dude to get that first contact, right?"

"Really? Why am I not surprised?"

"Well, there is some reg in our club who runs a bunch of porno mags. Shari spotted him, offered him a private dance, and the next thing I see, he's smiling and zipping up his pants, and she had some info in her hand."

"Hmmm…interesting," Marilyn commented. "Remind me to thank her for the sacrifice."

"Anyway," Diana continued as she sped her way north on I-91, "can I ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Can I see what you're working with up top? You look kind of healthy there for someone who's born a guy and young as you are. How big are you anyway?"

"38DD, and it's all natural."

"What? Hold up! Now I gotta see this," Diana shouted out over the oohs and aahs of Heather and Carla. "Lift up that shirt and lemme see whatcha got!"

"Alright," Marilyn answered as she unbuckled her seat beat and pulled her the bottom of her shirt up over her boobs, sticking the shirt and jersey up into her armpits. She then pulled up the bottom of her sports bra, letting her breasts pour out from their confinement, and lifted it up with her shirt. Her breast hung there perfectly, huge and round with a teardrop shape and barely any sag.

Diana glanced over at Marilyn while keeping one eye on the road and opened her mouth in shock. "Wow!" she said as Carla and Heather scrambled to get a glance of Marilyn's chest in the rear view mirror. "I can see big breasts run in your family. You got them that big, and you were born a guy."

"I know," Marilyn answered haughtily while toying with her nipples. "Shari's a DDD, you know."

"Yeah, I remember her saying that. I bet your dick must be tiny with all the hormones it took to make those."