Breasts
Your stories on The Devil's Pillows, please.
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( , Thu 6 May 2010, 13:21)
Your stories on The Devil's Pillows, please.
Suggested by PsychoChomp
( , Thu 6 May 2010, 13:21)
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What a pair...
A good few years ago, on a fine summer's evening, I was walking down the road with my mate Tom, and coming towards us was a young lass, probably 19 or 20, easy on the eye, and wearing a low cut strappy top.
A top which was barely containing a large but firm pair of young breasts, wobbling gently as she walked, and unimpeded in their fluid oscillations by the restraining action of a bra.
We stopped our conversation as we approached, unable to multitask. I think we possibly dribbled. Once she'd passed us and was out of earshot, I turned to Tom and exclaimed, "What. A. Pair. Of. Tits!"
"Aye", he replied. "But you know what? I'll bet she was thinking exactly the same about us two!"
( , Thu 6 May 2010, 18:30, 1 reply)
A good few years ago, on a fine summer's evening, I was walking down the road with my mate Tom, and coming towards us was a young lass, probably 19 or 20, easy on the eye, and wearing a low cut strappy top.
A top which was barely containing a large but firm pair of young breasts, wobbling gently as she walked, and unimpeded in their fluid oscillations by the restraining action of a bra.
We stopped our conversation as we approached, unable to multitask. I think we possibly dribbled. Once she'd passed us and was out of earshot, I turned to Tom and exclaimed, "What. A. Pair. Of. Tits!"
"Aye", he replied. "But you know what? I'll bet she was thinking exactly the same about us two!"
( , Thu 6 May 2010, 18:30, 1 reply)
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