Accidental boobage
I saw some bosoms once. Pink, they were

I was sixteen years old and in the Air Cadets. Each and every parade night ended with a flag-lowering ceremony, and on summer evenings this was held in the car park at the front of the drill hall.

So, we all stood there, and the CO brought us all to attention, turned and saluted the flag as it was brought down the flagpole.

Now, imagine my point of view, in the back row of the parade. My line of sight was this: Commanding Officer – Flag – Naked Woman Standing In the Window Opposite, Absent-Mindedly Towelling Herself Down After A Bath.

This was – sadly – the same point of view shared by my contemporaries, all youths between the ages of 14-19, very few of whom had actually seen a real, live lady in the nip. And – saints preserve us – the way she was rubbing herself with the towel, they were like the Mitchell brothers pogo-ing to the Sex Pistols.

All discipline gone, we shouted, cheered and applauded, and 0.000002 seconds later, she screamed and whipped the curtains shut.

"You lot!" screamed the CO, "You're all on an f-ing charge!"

It was that point I realised my life is a sitcom. A sitcom with big lady's bosoms.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 6 May 2010, 16:11, 2 replies)

Flagpole, standing to attention, saluting as the cloth is lowered...
I'm sure there's an innuendo in there somewhere...no, it's gone.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Thu 6 May 2010, 17:42, closed)

True
Didn't want to milk them ...err... it
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 6 May 2010, 18:09, closed)