"All we need is an extra touch of the anti-gravity," assured Jim. "Like ... so!"
Sharon fumed at Jim's sex-drunk denseness. "All right, my back feels better -- but Jim, come on! I can't read, I can't write, I can't drive, I can't even eat!"
"Yes, they'll bear down on a keyboard or a dinner table, so why don't I give them a slight heft, like that of two heliums balloons ... How about that?"
Sharon stared down at the two L-cup (or beyond) breasts threatening to crest above her collarbone and leap up at her face. She marvelled at how easily they swayed and bobbled.
"You're really missing the point, Jim. They're not practical ... I'll have to keep moving them ... a-rrrowwwnnnd, oh, yeah!"
Jim watched in wonder as Sharon slowly fondled her new exuberant bounty of boobflesh.
"Ohhh, Jim," Sharon sighed, "these feel ... fucking FANTASTIC!"
Thu Dec 02 11:01:14 2004