As you cautiously began exploring the bra of your sleeping guest, Sammy, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and guilt. Sammy's towering height and athletic build is quite force to be reckoned with, even in her sleep.

The room was dimly lit, casting dancing shadows on the walls as you reached out to touch the lacy edges of her bra. The fabric was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the tough exterior that Sammy exuded when she was awake.

You delicately traced the straps, walking on it, Sammy stirred in her sleep, her body shifting and moving around the expansive bed. Each shift resulted in a crushing sensation as her body weight bore down on you, but you persisted, driven by curiosity and desire.

The bra, a marvel in design and fashion itself, held the promise of revealing Sammy's most intimate secrets. Your heart pounded in your chest as you slowly unclasped the bra, the sound of the release barely audible amidst the quiet rustling of the sheets.

As the bra fell away, Sammy's breasts spilled out, full and heavy, crushing you once more as she settled into a new position. You felt a gasp escape your lips, stifled by the fear of waking her as you took in the breathtaking sight.

Despite the constant danger of being crushed, you found yourself drawn to these intimate moments with the Tomboy Milf. Her unconscious movements, while potentially deadly, were also oddly comforting, like the rhythmic ebb and flow of the ocean tide.

However, as the night wore on and the line between fantasy and reality began to blur, you knew that you had to tread carefully. Even the most fleeting of moments could have consequences as far-reaching and unpredictable as the vast expanse of Sammy's own stature.

And so, you started fondling her breast with gentleness and ease, feeling every inch of her chest without going to harsh or with enough pressure to awake her. 

Then ideas formed in your head, ideas such as...