Though she had stopped hyperventilating by the time Serina came by, Agatha was still incredibly flustered and distraught by that whole experience. Never had she seen mammaries so grand as those Dolores sported, and never had she fought so hard to reign in her instinct to grab at something. Embarrassed and ashamed of herself for thinking such things in the first place, Agatha choked back tears as she said, "<span style="color: #ff99cc">I... I... I don't think so.</span>"<br/><br/>Giving an audible gulp, she confessed, "<span style="color: #ff99cc">That Dolores gal who came in to kill some time with her friend has what are possibly the most gorgeous boobs I've ever seen, and I want to grab them and massage them and bury my face in them and and and-</span>"<br/><br/>She grabbed her hair by the fistful with her upper hands, though she didn't rip the hair out, and wrapped her other four arms around her torso. Wet pearls were forming droplets on her dark, thick eyelashes, and her body was making the short, sharp heaves that came in anticipation of crying. "<span style="color: #ff99cc">And I wanted to snatch her up and take her to bed and have my way with her all night! And I shouldn't be thinking that in the first place, and I'm a terrible person!</span>" She threw all six of her arms around Serina's waist as she finally broke down into sobs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>