I’d venture to say out loud that I dont want less than C’s or bigger than D’s to touch my hands. BUT when I married I thought ahead (using a aging metamorphosis on a picture of fiancee) to see what “they” would look like later.
I married 36B’s. One year later I am now the husband of 38C’s, firm, round, and well packed. No chance of those sagging to hell, or even giving back problems. She even got a butt last year too…and yes its ALL REAL.
The Mecca for big-breasted, braless, turtle-neck wearing women is Copenhagen, Denmark. Right there on the beautifully waxed floor of the train station I was greeted by hoards of bicycle-riding, fit & firm blond goddesses. I leered at a particularly tasty Danish specimen (who winked and waved at me with her hand, which stroked my ego, let me tell you), pointed to her voluptuous chest, and ejaculated, “Wow!!” I shot out of the elevator shaft of the city’s train station with a big smile on my face, ready for anything.
For me to believe Dallas has usurped Copenhagen, I must see pictorial proof!
I’ll get behind PCW. Heck, she implied that she has small breasts, so standing next to her will probably be the only chance I have of scoring any points
And I have the appropriate wardrobe too. Plenty of vertically ribbed turtlenecks (most of which are sleeveless - I like that look), plus one ribbed demi-top that also must be worn braless (and it’s white, no less - tee hee).