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3-D breasts!!( . )( . )
She had 3-D breasts, they popped
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right out at you even though you tried hard not to notice.
But they were always way ahead of her in school and they came around corners like two buses colliding on a lollipop street.
She must have been a triple C- cup cause you couldn't miss C-ing them.
They jiggled and wobbled like two Humongous goblets of peach jello.
"There's always room for that you know!"
she had room she got whole rooms to look at her.
Much like airbags the force of their release, could quite easily decapitate the head off any young boy or at least give it a good twist.
She taught health class and when she talked about artificial resuscitation I could hardly breathe.
When she bent over my desk to check a paper the shadow was like Mt. McKinley and I had a little climber all ready to go.
But when she talked about premature ejaculation I was already finished.
Ahhh...but she died last year at the ripe old age of ninety-two..and boy was that funeral tempting.
I'll bet ya the coffin was an extra ten inches high.
I know I used to feel that way less three spare the rod... and spoil the child.
But I didn't go
to the funeral you know cause it might have
been like the Hindenburg after the fall.
Two pendulums now stilled from their final swing, into a six foot hole that covers all things 3-D-lightful from view forevermore.
Thanks, Miss Quick
for the Mammaries some Adolescent embarrassment and a healthier then usual puberty.
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A true story from the heyday of my youth.