Ok well here's a true story about breasts
I used to go out with a Girl called Kat. She had Breasts but her friend Sally who lived two doors down from her in her halls of residence she was 5'10", slim, blonde and had BREASTS! They were a 30G and 100% real she had to sleep in her bra. When Kat dumped me on Valentines day I got a call from Sally inviting herself to visit. She bought weed. Then we did the nasty and fuck me these breasts were huge but not only that they were perfect. No sagging or stretch marks or anything. She was a total nympho and liked it "both ways" It was crazy wild animal sex but the breasts were just amazing! She went back to oxford the next day and Kat called and asked if I wanted her back and I stupidly said yes. It lasted another couple of months. I then got back with Sally but the damage was done, she could never get over the fact I went back to Kat so we only lasted a couple of weeks before she ran off with a guy that introduced her to ketamine. I haven't seen her or her breasts since. My band sing a song about them, not the girl, the breasts.
( Peej, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 15:05, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Yeah on second thoughts this qotw idea is shit

( Theoban What of it, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 15:08, Reply)

Breasts

( Peej, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 15:11, Reply)