“...they felt like a couple of coconut halves.
Really creepy.”
Creeped by breasts like coconut halves? Ah, come on...you are having us on, our FRiend!
There is a sixtish lady at work who sometimes likes to rub her low hanging fruit against my arm. But at 72 even Viagra doesn’t help me so I ignore the, er, complement.
Creeped by breasts like coconut halves? Ah, come on...you are having us on, our FRiend!
I think I need to change the subject...
I'm guessing that's his way of saying they were plastic boobs.
Maybe they’re artificial.
lumpy implants maybe?
I told my cry baby, baby sis who was complaining about her 32A cup, told her I’d trade her the 34DD any day, BACK pain city. Watch what you wish for. I weigh 122 lbs, take care of my skin, hair and hubby and I go places, I have special clothes just for his eyes. Mom said to be what you want in the bedroom, be a lady in public. Mom was right.