breasts, etc.
June 17, 2008
On my way home after work I spotted an elderly, massive breasted woman hovering over a young, male 9-5er. Her breasts were the largest I have ever seen.
The form-fitting green sweater she sported attempted to keep her breasts under control. They appeared incredibly fierce and bulbous. Almost missile-like. The combined weight would have topped that of a fourteen year old. The owner’s back couldn’t help but hunch with that much luggage. Her exhaustion and continual pain was clearly expressed in her posture. While she stood, they shook and swayed with her body.
The young professional, on the other hand, appeared extremely uncomfortable. He tried so hard to lean away from the twins but with the bumping train, he had no luck. Her breast valley nearly swallowed his neck with the screech of the brakes.
Upon reaching his stop he politely motioned to move past her. She maneuvered her chest creating a sliver of space for him to exit. Fearful, he pressed through and grazed the tips of her breasts. As he passes, he let out a tiresome sigh of relief. I did too.
