Kelley (Texas)
New member
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he
uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet
paper and rub it between them for a few seconds'. Willing to try
anything, I
fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing
it
between my breasts.
'How long will this take?' I asked.
They will grow larger over a period of years,' my husband replies.
I stopped. 'Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between
my
breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?'
Without missing a beat he says, 'Worked for your azz, didn't it?'
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk
again,
although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he
uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet
paper and rub it between them for a few seconds'. Willing to try
anything, I
fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing
it
between my breasts.
'How long will this take?' I asked.
They will grow larger over a period of years,' my husband replies.
I stopped. 'Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between
my
breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?'
Without missing a beat he says, 'Worked for your azz, didn't it?'
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk
again,
although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.