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The state of my real breasts.

IT would have made sense to have this text anchor the picture of my real breasts.




But on a more serious note, I didn't want to mention this before because I didn't want to cause any kind of alarm or disinterest.


But, I thought my breasts were shrinking. Well they did shrink.

Finals. And the things that go along with it were to blame.


I'm happy to report, however, that the girls are back. 

Thank god. I mean they weren't much

 (aren't much...i don't know why I constantly refer to my breasts as if they were deceased...perhaps they are and I am the sole owner of ghost breasts. Yet further incentive for profit concerning my Feel-Up booth idea)


But they are present. And ready for action. 


So crisis averted. Now go look at my oily boobs. 

Comments

  1. you prefer when a man grabs your breast and pushes up or pulls down?

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  2. I prefer when a man has breasts for me to grab and stretch sideways.

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