So Im sat in Costa at lunchtime round the corner from my work and in there is a ridiculous pair of 'judderers' solid, perky, round, breasts jutting out from the top half of a girl jibbering about phones to an older woman, who seemd to be acting like the bodyguard of breast looking
Look love, I'm sorry but I can see 70% of her fucking tits. Im going to look at them. I find them attractive to look at. I cant quite explain why, Id do things to them aswell but also half of the fun is the sheer contemplation. Ive been with a bird before and just looked at them when i had carte blanche to do what I wanted to them. Sat there and looked at them I have, like Im trying to crack the NAZI Enigma Code Machine. Maybe touching them now and again like Indiana Jones trying to weigh up the gold statue with a bag of sand
So dont be burning a hole in my head when I look.
But then the main prize of the day. A woman walking down the main street with a beret on, dressed like something from the French Resistance. Behind her a man with a mahogany tan dripping in money 25 years her senior easily. He'd spent some money on Tit Monday my friends, let me tell you. They were like superstars these things. 'Off the Telly tits' Id call them. Huge great things, buoyant. Tanned. I was in my car parked waiting for a delivery and I cursed the mother that bore me I left my sunglasses in the house so had to make do with that stealth looking thing. Pretending to look at the edge of my sunvisor, then the frame of the windscreen. Of course they know your looking and you know they know but this is the polite way of looking at them
Then she passed. Transaction completed. Her chuffed with herself, Him chuffed with himself, me that little bit closer to going on a shooting frenzy
