I went out for some drinks with the boys on the weekend. We usually catch up once a month for a bit night out. As per usual, things kicked off on Saturday afternoon at our local pub. We perched ourselves at the bar and were attended to by a lovely new bartender. The attractive woman had opted for a revealing black top; naturally, we’d all managed to peek over at some point in time.
“Whoever invented the low-cut top is a genius,” said Mitch. The comment was well-received and led to a conversation about breast preference. It wasn’t the first time we’d discussed the matter.
“You don’t need more than a handful,” asserted Wes.
“You may not need it,” argued Josh, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t want it.”
“I’m sick to death of this conversation,” said Mitch. “I like big breasts, small breasts, medium breasts, tanned breasts, white breasts, freckled breasts, fake breasts, real breasts,” he paused for a breath, “breasts with big nipples, small nipples, pierced nipples, inverted nipples, long nipples,” he paused again, “breasts with large areola, dark areola, pink areola, no areola, and any other kind you could think of.”
For the first time ever we all agreed.
“Whoever invented the low-cut top is a genius,” said Mitch. The comment was well-received and led to a conversation about breast preference. It wasn’t the first time we’d discussed the matter.
“You don’t need more than a handful,” asserted Wes.
“You may not need it,” argued Josh, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t want it.”
“I’m sick to death of this conversation,” said Mitch. “I like big breasts, small breasts, medium breasts, tanned breasts, white breasts, freckled breasts, fake breasts, real breasts,” he paused for a breath, “breasts with big nipples, small nipples, pierced nipples, inverted nipples, long nipples,” he paused again, “breasts with large areola, dark areola, pink areola, no areola, and any other kind you could think of.”
For the first time ever we all agreed.