I saw Ton(i)’s breasts today. The other day, when I signed up for the gym membership a very tall, blond woman did all my paperwork. She was bubbly. She’s an Australian import (she married a New Yorker and moved here).
I just love it! LOVE IT!!
she raved.
I LUUUVE IT
She was super done up in a killer, John Waters style make-up, jewels from far away lands, shoes of a high pricey brand, and crazy blond, curly, big hair. She even had her lips injected, for the
I give great head
look. She had a presence, she did. And liked to flick around her bracelets like they were noise makers. (I am thrown off by shiny things. It’s true. I like them especially if they make sounds). She had shiny, sound makers around her neck. And she was orange, so the silver really stood out. They draped downward. They fell between a perfectly formed crease we all call cleavage.
There is NO WAY they’re real!
I said to Robyn a coworker who came along for the signing.
Yes, they were totally fake. Her lips were as well.
They DIDN’T EVEN MOVE.
Maybe they’re like that from all the working out.
She joked.
Today I saw Toni’s tits. And I’m not even sure I know what I’m looking for. Is the absence of flaw enough? How about the fact they really don’t move? Is her desire to show them off a clue? I think it was Jerry Sienfeld who said you have to feel them and I while I have no desire to do so by molesting her in the steam room (which is where I saw her entering) I am sure I am right. It’s amazing the levels people will go to. (Not me, her). :)


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