Karyns dad, Ken, excitedly exited the house. He loved Thursday nights. He'd have a few hours to relax with his buddies now. The poker was secondary. It was just their excuse for getting to hang out every Thursday and have a bit of fun. They had been doing it for years.
Ken headed out the front door and bounded down the front steps towards his car. His breasts bounced around as he did so and he placed one hand across them to steady them a little bit. He sat into his car and put on his seat belt, the strap of with sat right between his boobs and caused his t shirt to sit much tighter than normal showing the outline of each individual boob. His wife Laura, loved seeing this when they were in the car together. It was all she could do to keep her hands off his chest at the best of times. He looked down admiringly at his chest and started his car. His buddy's house was only a short drive away but it was raining pretty hard. He arrived pretty quickly and saw 3 other cars outside so knew he was the last to arrive. The visitor spots were all full so he had to park a little bit down the street. He had left in a hurry so hadn't brought an umbrella or even his jacket with him. He got out of the car and quickly made his way to his friend's house. By the time he got to the door he was soaked. His t shirt was white and had become transparent when it got wet. The dark straps of his bra and the cleavage within was clearly visible under his t shirt but there was nothing he could do about that now. He hoped he'd dry up fairly quickly once inside.
His friend, Paul, whose apartment it was let him in and offered him a beer which Ken gratefully accepted. He made his way into the living room where his other 3 friends were and took his seat at the table.
"Hey Ken, did you just come from a wet t shirt contest?" Mike, another of his friends joked. This got a good laugh from everyone but Ken didn't really mind, this was the kind of humour his friends all enjoyed.
Another friend, Steve, added, "yeah Ken. What's the deal? You trying to distract us with those big cans of yours?"
Again Ken just laughed along. It would take a lot more than that to insult. Besides he was proud of his breasts. His wife loved them tok and that's all that really mattered to him. His friends were just jealous, he told himself while he adjusted his posture to sit up straight, proudly displaying his breasts and refusing to try to hide them.
The conversation quickly moved on and they were soon deep in concentration as the card game got under way. An hour or so, and a few beers in, Ken excused himself to use the toilet. He knew his way around Paul's apartment so knew where to go. He closed the door for some privacy and unbuttoned his jeans. He opened them fully and reached into the waist band of his panties to release his penis. He thought for a second that a pair of boxer shorts with a button fly would make more sense for him but he had always worn panties, besides, he wouldn't be able to get boxes r shorts to match his bras and he liked knowing that he was matching. He finished up in the bathroom and made his way back to his friends.
Steve was telling them all a story about a date he had gone on last weekend. He was describing the end of the night when the girl came home with him. He was using some fairly coarse language and when he described her "big tits" he looked at Ken and said a quick, "no offence." Ken nodded his understanding but did find himself stealing a glance at his own "big tits" and feeling some pride.
The game finished at around midnight and Ken thanked Paul for hosting before calling it a night and heading home.
